I’ll probably take some flack for writing this, but I’m tired of being humble. I’ve been fortunate enough to have had a lifetime of accomplishments as have my immediate family. For the most part, these accomplishments aren’t talked about much with others. But, you know what? I’m tired of that! I’m tired of being modest…
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Days of the Week: Thursday and Friday
Due to writers and authors from all over the world participating in Poetry Friday, which you can read about here, with the host’s link often going live on Thursday afternoon or evening. I am NEVER ready for this. Never! I usually do not think of myself as a literal person but in this case, I…
Slice of Life: Off-Broadway Theater in the Corn Belt
Over the five years during which my son has been a grad student in Ames, Iowa, we have attended many theater performances together. It has become somewhat of a tradition for us, a delayed birthday treat for him that I can also take part in each year. We both enjoy theater, especially musical theater, and…
Goals for the New Year
I’ve given some thought to my goals for the new year. At this point, my OLW is still being decided upon but I am considering a word that many will feel that they can either relate to it or feel that it is not enough to push towards. Those in the second lot may not…
Silent Sunday: Cats and Dogs
Today is Silent Sunday. It is a day that I feature my own photography on a theme of my own choosing, without words. I hope you enjoy these posts. Thanks for visiting. All photos are copyrighted by Carol Labuzzetta. There is no permission to reproduce.
Poetry Friday: Carols
I’ve long known what my name means. My given name, Carol, means joyous song. It is British in origin and the female version of Charles. I was named not for these reasons but because my mother had three close friends all named Carol – a popular name, apparently for a girl baby born in the…
Foodie Monday: Grandma’s Cutout Cookies
We all romanticize some things about our childhood and for me, it is the memory of my Grandma’s cutout cookies at Christmas time. I remember the smell of her house when she was baking, sweet anise filled the air along with the smell of the soft sugary white cookie in the oven. Her dining room…
Poetry Friday: A Sanibel Beach Memory
A Sanibel Memory Tiny broken shards of shell Strewn across the ground like Broken glass Summer’s breath hot and strong Blows across the beach Making it hard to stand Your blue bucket tips Shells scatter, blown farther than Your little legs can carry you No tears, just laughter, as you Struggle to stay standing in…
Cabin Sweet Cabin
A trip to our cabin is on the agenda for December. It’s been too long since we’ve visited – almost two months. My husband had an awful illness – we are not sure what it was for he tested negative for COVID. We know a negative test doesn’t rule it out. But, it lasted well…
Gratefulness
It’s been a weird fall. There were days that have been very hard, such as the first day I saw my mom on a respirator in ICU. Or, the day we had to fly emergently to New York because she was in ICU. The day she was admitted to a nursing home, and then, the…