Anyone who knows me would never call me fashionable, at all.
All in Family
How I Became a Chuncle
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.
In the Name of the Father
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.
Don’t Look a Gift Car in the Mouth
They always say, ‘Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth’.
And I didn’t.
I did, however, look under the hood.
A Very Inappropriate Movie Night
I love movies, always have, always will.
A Very Black Friday
Why you should never drive with dogs, even if they have their license.
The Last Supper (No, Not That One)
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.
How I Got Here
I don’t know a lot about my parents before I showed up; their generation was not as chatty as mine. After all, I have a blog where I write about every single stupid drunken thing I have ever done in my life—before, during, and after my marriage.
When God Is (Literally) On Your Side
When my kids were young, they all went to Catholic School—Amanda through eighth grade, Alexander through fifth, and Danny through fourth.
Spoiler Alert: Hitler
A family wedding, would be mobsters, and what really happened during World War One?
We may never know.
Ten-Nine-Eight-Seven
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...
Are You Ever Too Old to Be a Thespian?
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
You Bet It's a Jersey Thing
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.
Ask Me Anything
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.
You Look Lovely in That Hat!
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.
One of the Last Things My Mother Ever Said to Me
Sometimes Parents Are Not Always Right
Born With An Expiration Date
My premonition on the day I’m going to die
On This Day
Initially, Amanda’s due date was July 7th (7/7) which ironically is her mom’s favorite number (7). Every day after the due date is filled with anticipation because we could be off to the hospital at any moment.
What Happens When You Take the Road Less Traveled
I am a religious person (I think) but have never taken comfort in actually going to church. I went to church on Christmas and Easter (we are called Chreasters), and sat in the back as to not take someone’s seat who was there every week.
No Conflict Just Scotch
A few days before the fourth of July I received a text message from my son, Alexander. That in itself could be joyful or suspicious. He wanted to know if I could meet him on Friday (the fourth) after he played golf, he wanted to give me something.