Spelling your name – from Corey


Yesterday, afternoon while we were preparing Sunday lunch at La Madone a spilled box of alphabet pasta brought a flood of memories to the surface. Don’t you just love when out of the blue something comes and taps you on your shoulder bringing you a memory that causes you to stop and smile?

The alphabet pasta spilled on the floor, it was an accident that reminded me of my Mother.
She made chores into a game. Spilled milk was after all was not a big deal when we were taught that cleaning it up is far more fun than crying about it.

Name-game Letters


On a snowy day a box of spilled pasta spells out a memory as warm as any hug.


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