To My One and Only Grandpa, Grandpa Tony

You have been gone 13 years. They say 13 is a lucky number in Italy! (…according to Stephanie anyway!) I hope you’ve been whooping people at cards up there in Heaven. It doesn’t feel like you’ve been gone this long, even though it makes me sad that we say we’re going to Grandma’s when we go to … Continue reading →

An Ode to Peg… aka Momzilla

In order to make it in the city, you need to have a thick skin. My mother worked in Manhattan full time for 13+ years. Her skin is thicker than a sumo wrestler’s and to say she expects mine (as well as my father’s, sister’s (age 17) and brother’s (age 14) ) to be equally, … Continue reading →