• Motherhood

    Sunshine State of Mind

    My husband went away for a week out of the country, and so I decided to take a trip down to my parent’s house in Florida. It was the first time for Chase to be flying, and I was to do it single-handedly. I did my research, bought the right equipment and filled my carryon with all the essentials.  At security checkpoint, I managed to handle two carryons, a wiggly baby out of the stroller, to fold up the stroller and put it on the x-ray belt. Talk about juggling! The flight itself was a little nerve-wracking at first, I was praying that he would stay quiet.  After a few thwarted attempts…

  • Motherhood

    The American Dream

    My father’s family migrated from Italy in the 1950’s and settled in a town in Massachusetts. My earliest memories of a child were spending all Sunday at my grandmother’s house.  The air at Nona’s home was filled with aromas of freshly made tomato sauce, handmade pasta, and wine that had been made in the cellar. After we had all gone to church, we would sit down for a few hours to chow down on the meal for which my Nona had been slaving away in the kitchen all day. My Papa, or grandfather, would sit out on the porch in his white undershirt and slacks and just watch the cars go…