Author Archives: Ellen Ross

Bummer Alert:  I know this post’s a downer.  I’m sorry.  I’m just feeling blue today.  It’s January twentieth.  My old wedding anniversary.  I wrestle with this date every year- even when I was happily remarried to other people.  I don’t … Continue reading →

Bentornata!  Welcome back.  It’s 1975 and we’re all still in Florence, Italy.  And I was still sleeping on a couch in my girlfriend Barbara’s living room in a tiny medieval tower.  Each day we’d start out with a latte for … Continue reading →

Get out your passports and fasten your seat belts, my friends.  Today we are in viaggio to  Italy.  And patienza– patience- will be required as this journey is going to last four posts.  (Did you think you could cross the … Continue reading →

The movie Jerry Maguire has been on television lately.  As I watched it the other night, I was struck by the fact that I had never seen the ending.  When I saw it at Movieland in Colorado, my date and … Continue reading →

Just the other evening I met my son for dinner in downtown Chicago. The dank, gray, gloomy, winter weather was making itself felt in many unpleasant ways as we walked towards the restaurant.  Out of nowhere, a cri de coeur … Continue reading →

It’s an old tradition that when someone you love moves into a new house you bring them bread and salt as a housewarming present. Bread so they’ll never go hungry. Salt so they’ll always be blessed with good luck. I … Continue reading →

Author’s Note:  I am well aware that the following post is probably missing accent marks and cedilles galore.  Quelle dommage.  I can not, for the life of me, figure out how to accurately type in French.  And I’m sure that … Continue reading →