We’d do anything to get through life. We rationalize, we chalk up events to fate, we drink (or is that just me?).
All in Family
We’d do anything to get through life. We rationalize, we chalk up events to fate, we drink (or is that just me?).
These dates are not meant for a tombstone.
Although it did mark the end of something.
Until just before third grade, we lived in my grandmother’s brownstone. She lived in the third-floor apartment; my family lived on the other two floors.
It was Father’s Day a few years ago and the kids and I decided to do a tour of the Jersey shore. The plan was to start in Asbury Park, and then we would work our way along the coast to Belmar and then end up in Point Pleasant for a late lunch. In Asbury Park, as we walked the boardwalk, I got excited as we neared Convention Hall. I told the kids to follow me...
There are moments in life with our parents that, as children, we see it one way, and our parents see it another way.
There is an old saying that states you can choose your friends but you can’t choose your family.
Well, that is not necessarily true.
It is no secret that I absolutely hate my name.
The irony of that is, it should not have been my name at all. It should have been my brother’s name.
Why?
It’s an Italian thing.
They always say, ‘Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth’.
And I didn’t.
I did, however, look under the hood.
I loved getting together with family, seeing my Grandmother, my Aunts and Uncles and especially my cousins, but when it came to the food, I was terrible.
I was an adopted loaf of white bread in a family of exquisite pastries.
When my kids were young, they all went to Catholic School—Amanda through eighth grade, Alexander through fifth, and Danny through fourth.
A family wedding, would be mobsters, and what really happened during World War One?
We may never know.
A marriage proposal should be the most romantic moment in a couple's history.
Our's? On the road for twelve hours, no place to stay, and a blowout argument with my future in-laws.
Maybe she should have said no...
I went to a local production of The Lion In Winter last night and it reminded me of the one time I tread the boards in college.
This is a re post from April, 2018
Note: I am writing this before the Yankees/Blue Jays Game Four of the American League Division Championship. So far, the series is still alive.
I’ve been writing this blog for nearly fifteen years. In that time, I’ve had little contact with my readers. Some people leave comments, and some have sent emails, but mostly they read and move on.
Most people don’t know about my short brush with celebrity—except I already wrote about the time I was momentarily mistaken for Dom DeLuise in Iceland.