Sometimes in the fall in Umbria,
I would make the girls stop in their tracks and smell the air of pungent fermenting grapes. I would say
that is the smell of the crush, the smell of home. Elisa and Lucia would undoubtedly respond, “but Mama it’s
GROSS”.
Love Wins
I’m sorry that I have been away
for more than a hiatus.
What is more than a hiatus anyway?
My daughter recently told me
that in medieval times a moment was measured as 90 seconds.
The dictionary describes a
hiatus as:
2. A
missing part; gap or lacuna.
I like it that a hiatus refers to space and action.
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