THE POWER OF FOOD: MEMORY, CONNECTION, CULTURE

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I wrote this in IT TAKES A LIFETIME: The very act of cooking—stirring a pot of sauce, grating cheese over pasta—was balm to my soul. The rich scent of garlic-and-tomato sauce brought me back to Nonna’s kitchen and with it a feeling of safety and belonging.

Sunday dinners returned to the meals of my youth—spaghetti and meatballs, braciola, rosemary chicken with roasted potatoes, linguine with ricottaJust as Nonna taught me, tomato sauce was my specialty: pork browned in olive oil, garlic, Contadina tomato paste stirred in slow, wide circles with her old wooden spoon.

I rolled the meatballs by hand and dropped into the sauce wherever the bubbles broke through. Big platters of spaghetti were decorated with sauce and cheese, always starting at the outside edges – just as Nonna had shown me.

My refection: Preparing foods the Nonna way brought me peace. The scent of tomato sauce lingered for days, and leftover pasta and meatballs warmed our bellies like nothing else could. But food, traditions, work, and school couldn’t hold back the tsunami that was engulfing our family.

Something to think about: We often try to hold our families together with the only tools we know—recipes, rituals, acts of love. Food is history: it carries the people, places, and moments that shaped us. I’d love to hear what foods hold meaning for you?

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GRANDMOTHERS: NONNA CARMELA

Nonna Carmela and Libby at her First Holy Communion

I wrote this in IT TAKES A LIFETIME: My grandmother Carmela was my North Star, my safe port in many childhood storms. Strong. Independent. She swept the snow from her sidewalk wearing only a sweater, made her own wine, canned her own tomatoes, strung her own peppers to dry in the basement, and found edible dandelions for salads in the yard.

She was the matriarch of la famiglia, whose grown sons stopped by every night after work to eat at her table before going to their own homes to eat again.

She couldn’t read or write—not in Italian, not in English—but she was the smartest person I knew. She taught me how to eat pasta, how to cook, how to pray, and how to protect those I love.

My reflection: Grandmothers often hold a special place in our hearts. Now that I’m a grandmother myself, with more time and fewer obligations, I think that there are times when I’m a better grandmother than I was mother.

Something to think about: Who was your North Star? Was it your grandmother or someone else who helped shape who you are? Who gives you strength? Feel free to share in the comments or reply. I read every response.

FINDING OUR ROOTS

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“IT TAKES A LIFETIME TO LEARN HOW TO LIVE: An Italian American Story of Coming Home” will be published on November 4, 2025.

What is this book about?: It’s an intimate, multigenerational mother-daughter memoir rooted in secrets, silence, and sacrifice—passed down from one generation to the next.

In 1915, my grandmother Carmela left the remote village of Rotondella in southern Italy. Her daughter—my mother, Laura—was born in Pittsburgh and grew up determined to leave the past behind so she could become fully American.

Decades later, as my own life unraveled under the weight of a divorce, my son’s heroin addiction, breast cancer, a bilateral mastectomy, and my father’s death, I set off alone to Italy, searching for truth and belonging.

I found Rotondella and family, but I also uncovered the past traumas and beliefs of the malocchio, omertà, rigid Catholicism, abject poverty, arranged marriages, patriarchal control, Mafia, and suspicion of sexual abuse. Only then did I begin to understand how these forces shaped not only Nonna’s life, but also my mother’s—and my own.

By honoring the courage of the women who came before me and confronting the generational trauma they carried, I was finally able to open my heart to the grace of forgiveness.

Something to consider: Could it be that by understanding the trauma passed down by the women before us, we can begin to heal—and finally break the bonds of the past, for our own sake and for the sake of our children?

What you can expect from these meditations: Together, we’ll explore the power of finding our roots and the complex, often complicated relationships between mothers and daughters. Please join me.

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