My sister and the three cousins, Christopher, Michael and Joe III, are out hiking. My cousin Toni is upstairs cooking. She’s already cleaned the celery, made sugar free cookies and is now baking potatoes so they’ll be ready to become part of tomorrow’s breakfast. It wouldn’t be an Italian household if one of the women weren’t in the kitchen at all times.
Her husband Rich is struggling with a recalcitrant screen door that has refused to glide smoothly for over four years. It will either glide smoothly for him or it will be sorry it didn’t.
I sit at my