Food: Does it Divide or Unite?

My sister will often say that we were raised like Italian immigrants.  Although our parents were born and raised in the US (we even have one grandmother who was born in Boston), I tend to agree with her, especially where food is concerned. My mother didn’t believe in meals out of a box.  If she…

History: Books vs Musicals

January was a good month.  We had two snow days, which are always the cause for celebration in my house.  Today was our second snow day, and I made the most of it.  After beating the storm to the grocery store, I spent a good portion of my day watching TV and movies:  Psych, Ghostbusters…

Trickle Down Manners

Growing up, no matter how sick I was or what type of injury I had incurred, a trip to the doctor’s office was an event.  I had to take a bath – broken, bleeding limb and all, – put on clean clothes, and brush my hair.  I had to look respectable, but most importantly, I…

The Snow Day

In some houses, the Snow Day is a time of dread and despair.  It strikes fear in many a good and loving parent’s heart.  With the early morning text, comes an end to the best laid plans of the day.  A sitter must be found, the office must be called, arrangements must be made in…