I am often asked how I moved to the US, what happened that made me leave my country, if I fled, escaped or what. The truth is not so clear cut, not exactly that simple. I didn’t wake up one day and decided: “I am moving!”. It was a succession of events. Let it be known, however, that if I had had to face the laws that are in place today, I would most likely not had been able toRead More →

I found this website a while back (http://thetruesize.com/) where you could overimpose the size of one country with another, so I took my beloved Italy and put it over California just to get an idea… It wasn’t a big surprise to me to find out the length of Italy is fairly comparable to the length of California. Italy is long~! I am often asked how different is living in the US compared to living in Italy… actually the most common question isRead More →

… and just like that, it’s over… We got back from Italy late last week and I am sitting here pondering how it went so fast. But the truth is, it didn’t. It didn’t feel fast, I can still feel the warmth of my family and the beauty and love that surrounded me. And while the trip was rough on Nicky, he’s glad he went. The flights we took to get there were from Los Angeles to Paris for 11Read More →

My love of genealogy sometimes makes me want to know more about my ancestors other than their names and dates. It makes me want to push forward and learn more about them as people, as human beings that lived a very different life than I am right now. I wrote about the life of my great-aunt Caterina in a blog a few years back, we were so lucky that she was interviewed for a book and by doing so toldRead More →

While I was born and grew up in Italy until I was nearly 18, I’ve lived in the United States almost 2/3 of my life, and yet, there is something magical about Italy I can’t shake off. Something about Italy and Italians and they way they think, eat and do things that resonates with me in ways I can never really explain. I am what I am and I don’t want to change a thing. Yes, even though I assimilatedRead More →

Not too long ago I enjoyed watching a really amazing documentary on PBS called the “Italian Americans“, which told the tale of the plight of Italian immigrants and how they were treated and their contribution to American society. I wasn’t aware of this, but the unification of Italy in 1861, which was meant to strengthen the country and defend its citizens, didn’t exactly accomplish this for the people that lived in Southern Italy, a mostly agricultural and poorer area ofRead More →

One particularly amusing thing about being able to call two countries my ‘home’ (Italy & the US) is that at times I don’t feel neither is, that I am this weird mutant, where I don’t belong in either, yet I feel both are my homes. How can that be? I was in a grocery store in Italy with my sister and her 3 month old little girl a couple of years ago, I had my camera with me and whileRead More →

Have you ever had a Deja-vu? A feeling of something being so incredibly familiar that should not be at all since you never saw it before? That is Florence for me. Firenze. Even though I never once thought about it, it was the first time in my life where I started wondering about reincarnation. Not sure I believed it, but I did not know what else to think. A few years later I got the same exact feeling about Boston. EvenRead More →