I was 17 years old when I left Italy for what was supposed to be a 3-month stay with my aunt in New Mexico which ended up becoming permanent. I’m still here 33 years later. And while it was my choice to stay, many times I must admit, I miss my family so much I can’t breathe. It would be so much easier if my family was in the same town I live in, or the next town over… I could even handle the next state over, but across the globe? I guess it would be easier if I didn’t like my family, but I adore my family. The one thing that I try so hard to instill in my kids are memories of their grandparents. I try to get my kids to Italy every now and again so they cannot say they don’t know my parents or my family,Read More →