Italian Mother Guilt
Ahhh, holidays. Tis the season for a deluge of Italian Mother Guilt™. Don’t get me wrong, Italian Mother Guilt is the gift that keeps on giving year-long. But the holidays inspire a particularly persistent flow of…
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Ahhh, holidays. Tis the season for a deluge of Italian Mother Guilt™. Don’t get me wrong, Italian Mother Guilt is the gift that keeps on giving year-long. But the holidays inspire a particularly persistent flow of…
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For the 30-grumble-grumble years I have been alive, I have known my father to purchase some kind of lottery/scratch/Powerball ticket just about every single day. Dad is so invested in this insane dream of someday coming…
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My husband once told me that Italians are the Mexicans of white people. He’s allowed to say this because he’s Mexican. The truth is, there are quite a few similarities between his family and mine, which…
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