Accidental Italian

The word storia, in Italian, means story. And also, history. Growing up, Italian was always part of my history, but never part of my story. Until, one day, a fire for learning the language unexpectedly sparked. Growing up in an Italian-American family, Italy was no big deal. The following was all quite normal: Sundays at…

Finding Famiglia

When “prayers” meet “piazzas”…re-posted in honor of my Italian cousins, who are a BIG reason why I love learning Italian.

Buon Onomastico or, the Serendipity of Italian

“Buon onomastico!” read a Facebook post a few years back on the page of a cherished Italian cousin, followed by several people of the same first name who were tagged with well-wishes and congratulations (auguri). I had no idea what an onomastico was, but I was immediately intrigued. Why were so many people with the…

Finding Famiglia

As promised in Italian and Me: A History, following is the story of how an American girl, raised in an Italian-American family, found her roots, le sue radici, her treasures, i suoi tesori, in the heel of the Italian boot.  Il Retroscena ~ The Backstory  Fall 2009. Still very sad from losing my father in April….

Always Have Your Passport Ready

It’s not that we travel internationally all that often. This summer, the furthest I journeyed was a weekend in Sedona, Arizona, just one state over, to catch up with good friends and show our kids the Grand Canyon. Fantastic and fun, yes, but no passport required. But having passports at the ready gives me a sense of excitement and possibility. I…

Accidental Italian

The word storia, in Italian, means story. And also, history. Growing up, Italian was always part of my history, but never part of my story. Until, one day, a fire for learning the language unexpectedly sparked. Growing up in an Italian-American family, Italy was no big deal. The following was all quite normal: Sundays at…