Family, Famiglia, Who keeps the memories? Growing up, losing the older generation and being the upper generation. Continue reading It’s just a strawberry layer cake….but it is so much more.
I’m Italian. And from the city. Philadelphia, that is. I grew up in an Italian neighborhood. If you’re from New York, you understand. When I meet someone from Brooklyn or someone brought up in an Italian household, it’s understood. How we grew up, our experiences, how we operate in the world. No explanations needed. When you grow up in the city, you have an edge. You … Continue reading Growing up Italian or Not Fitting in.