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Holiday memories always warm my heart. This year, I prepare with already peeled garlic, pre-grated cheese, and chopped vegetables from the grocery store, very different from the past. I remember the rituals of my Italian family kitchen—the smells, the sounds, the quiet joy of everyone in their role. Dad would sit at the table, grating parmesan and mozzarella, slicing salami for the antipasto, while Mom moved gracefully around the kitchen, chopping vegetables for Caponata and

Gratitude isn’t about grand gestures or perfect moments; it’s about noticing the small, everyday things that remind us we’re alive and connected. You can find it in the warmth of friendship, a kind word, a quiet moment to breathe. Even when life isn’t exactly as we wish, we can look for what is and be mindful of the good that surrounds us. In a world that often glorifies doing more and moving faster, taking time to appreciate the simple things is a quiet act of rebellion — an

Fall has always been my teacher in letting go.  It’s a season that reminds me how endings and beginnings often arrive hand in hand — that release and renewal are not opposites, but parts of the same rhythm. It’s been a tender few months since losing our beloved pet. Grief still moves through me in quiet waves, but I’m slowly finding my way back to writing and editing. This return has been gentle, slower than I imagined, but filled with small moments of grace and quiet gratitu