Every year since I was twelve, my best friend, Anna, suckered me and our friend, Jodi, into coming to her house the day after Thanksgiving. After high school we added my friend, Gerry, to the mix. This was not your average get together. We weren't Black Friday shopping. We weren't watching movies. We weren't calling... Continue Reading →
The Tale of the Demon Fruitcake
My family is Italian; tradition is life for us. Every family has them: certain candlesticks Grandma only uses at Christmas, a plate used for generations to serve the Thanksgiving turkey, stealing all the chocolate from trick or treat bags after the kids go to bed. The day before school starts, we go to Kentucky Fried... Continue Reading →