Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Happiness

There’s a quiet kind of love that finds you when you least expect it — not the sweeping, storybook kind, but one that arrives like the tide. Soft. Steady. Sure.I wasn’t looking for it. After all, love had already been a chapter in my story — or so I thought. I’d lived a full life: marriage, motherhood, family, faith. I believed that part of me was complete. But somewhere between endings and beginnings, love came again. Not loud or dramatic, just real. And it feels, in many wa

Every family has its traditions — the small rituals that become the heartbeat of who we are. For me, that rhythm has always come from the kitchen. From laughter, stories, and the smell of simmering sauce on a Sunday afternoon. Pasta Nonna was born out of that love — of faith, family, and food. It’s my first published book, and it feels like a piece of my heart on paper. The story follows a grandmother who teaches her family that food is not just about what we eat, but about h

My story didn’t begin with me. It began across an ocean, in Sicily — in a small village where the sun kissed the hills and the air smelled of olive trees and hope. My grandfather was just a boy when he crossed that ocean, lying on the floor of a crowded ship beside animals and strangers, clutching a pouch of coins his family had sewn around his neck. He arrived in America through Ellis Island, small and scared, but determined. He missed his sponsor — the man who was supposed