Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

You could say I am seeking tradition. I have a flood of memories that have surfaced and you guessed it, if I can’t write about it what good is having the memory!  I don’t know if it is because the holidays are around the corner or the fact that I would have been married 30 years. My female nostalgia says it is the combination of both. I was married on Thanksgiving Day, which by the way was a family tradition. Grandma and grandpa and my mom and dad were married on Thanksgiving Day so the dutiful daughter/granddaughter I was... followed suit! None the less holiday or would be anniversary,  it is not making this season any easier.  Maybe not every tradition is supposed to be handed down. New traditions can be created and possibly some traditions should be altered and the ones that are so chaotic or archaic should be a given... and should  be forgotten! but regardless it should not change the meaning of holiday tradition: A time for family to gather, a time to share a meal and a tim

It’s beginning to be that time of year, where the mornings are colder, the days are shorter and our soul’s need to be better cared for, as our bodies shiver with falling temperatures our desires for comfort reverently heat up. What is it about these colder months? Winter makes us appreciate the word cocoon. We long to be tangled in someone’s arms safe and sound; it is warmth like no other.  I miss those mornings of pillow talk hesitant to get out of bed, legs entwined, eyes still closed, a little small talk or other action that is needed to get you up to face the brisk day ahead. Now that’s a heat we all can appreciate…LOL The winter makes you long for lazy cloudy days where lounging on a couch is the only activity you want to tackle, with remote in one hand and the other… well tucked somewhere on that someone that is laying there with you even if it means he is watching football and you are seriously napping.  While a pot of something is intently cooking on the stove or someth

When I set out yesterday for an afternoon of taking pictures, what I had in mind for a photo theme basically ended up giving me a topic for an article. My intent was to travel through south St. Louis city streets and shoot pictures of the different catholic churches but as I wandered up and down the side streets a certain familiarity hit home. Jokingly, I have always said I was baptized by trade into the catholic religion. I come from a long line of Italian heretics that coerced us into Mass on Sunday at St. Cecilia’s with a meatball dinner to follow. Most of my growing up years I really thought that is what defined me but as I traveled these city streets, stomping grounds for so many, I questioned, what really defined any of us? Was it the neighborhoods we grew up in? Was it the schools we attended?  Was it the kids we played with?  How did we come to be…? Looking back, I left my catholic grade school to attend a public school. It just wasn’t feasible to send me and my

You know how a song can get stuck in your brain? No matter how many times you sing it or listen to it... it just seems to linger? Well you got it! I have Laura Branigan ringing loud and clear in mine this morning! " I need a hero   I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night he's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast and gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light He's gotta be sure and he's gotta be soon  And he's gotta be larger than life" I guess it is not a bad song to have stuck in your head...it's better than Yellow Submarine! Right?  I am not surprised at how this song has lingered... I randomly made a joke the other day stating "I need a Hero" and apparently the music God's decided to have some fun with my sense of sarcasm. It has though made me stop and think. Do I really need a hero? Is that what I am looking for? Holding out f

My Aunt Phyllis use to say, "Kit if you have something to say, write it down . If you want someone to know exactly what you are trying to convey write them a letter." This would be the most reason why I write!  (My Aunt Phyllis was my mentor... most everything I know about street sense came from her!) I have 52 years worth of love, intuitiveness, knowledge and compassion that I want to share with the masses. Too many emotions, words/stories and messages filter in and out of my brain on a daily basis. The more people I know, relationships I'm in and situations I get myself into, I continue to be a deep thinker, a fixer and a nester. It is easy for me to conjure up a solution, a scenario and a meal to soothe or fix... I always have something to say which in turn is always something to write about! Lucky me right? Oh trust me not everyone wants to hear what I have to say or do they want to read about my judgy thoughts! LOL I though take every ones else's energy in