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The Beauty Of Winter And Feeling Schmaltzy


Winter always makes me feel so schmaltzy.

For those of you who have no idea what that word means, here is a definition:

schmaltzy (adjective) : Yiddish word pertaining to--affectionate, corny, dewy-eyed, dreamy, gushy, idealistic, impressionable, loving, mawkish, moonstruck, nostalgic, romantic, saccharine, sappy.

Yup, that pretty much defines how I feel about winter.

And to give you an example, one day last week I went for a long walk after I had my lunch. It was a day that most people would have found depressing because the sky was cloudy and gray, the air was windy and cold, and most of the trees and bushes were bald. Call me crazy, but I love how nature looks during the winter months--temporarily barren and void of bright colors. In winter, nature seems to turn various shades of sepia. In winter, nature seems to speak the word, "Hush."

Midway through my walk, I sat down on a park bench and allowed myself to drink in the beauty of winter. And as I sat there in silence; looking all around me, my heart began to swell with an overwhelming feeling of gratitude for this season.

My First Job At The Golden Arches


I was about 15-years old when I got my first job. It was at a McDonald's that was in Hatboro, PA., not far from where my family lived in Warminster.

When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to get a job and earn my own money. I wanted to work. I also couldn't wait to get my driver's license so that I could drive myself around. I didn't like relying on my parents to take me places. Even as a kid, I was very independent.

My father didn't want me to start working until I got older because he didn't want anyone to think that he couldn't support his family and that I had to work. Isn't that silly? Especially considering that my father had his own real-estate business and did well. My family wasn't dripping rich by any means, however, we never went without. Still, my Dad was a typical Italian father in the 1960's, who had a lot of pride in how he was perceived as a man who could take care of his wife and children. He was a very generous man. And not only to us, but to anyone who needed help.

Eventually though, he gave in and allowed me to get a job. Much of that was due to my mother who convinced my Dad, by telling him that I would learn to be a responsible person.

God love my mother!

I Admit It, I Have A HUGE Girl Crush On Italian Actress: Monica Bellucci


The first time I ever saw Monica Bellucci was in the movie, Malena, in which she literally took my breath away.

As you all have previous read on my blog, I love anything Italian--the food, the wine, the music, the passion, and most of all....I find Italian people (both men and women) so incredibly attractive.

Malena synopsis:

In 1941, Renato was 13 years old and although the world was at war, nothing ever happened in his sleepy village in Sicily. Until the day he discovered something that would change his life forever... Malena, the beautiful young war widow who was the obsession of every man and the envy of every woman. Because of her, Renato will come to learn all of life's lessons and find himself in places he never could have imagined.

The cinematography in the film is exquisite. And the music score goes right to your heart.

Christmas Love


This is the time of year when I miss my parents the most because Christmas was always such a big deal in my family. My parents celebrated Christmas as if they were kids, making sure that my siblings and I had lasting memories.

Which I do.

And which I will always hold deep within my heart.

Whenever I share a post about my parents and my childhood, I must include photographs of both my mothers because I was blessed with two.

One was my birth mother, and the other was a lovely lady who my father married several years after my birth mother passed away.

And I'm not just saying this because these women were my mothers, but these two ladies were incredibly special.

I think of them both as angels.

Because that's what they were.