Why did I take a singular journey to Italy to find my roots?: When I was forty-seven years old and had two teenage sons, fear took over my life: Divorce, my older son’s heroin addiction, my dad’s death, and breast cancer were crushing me. I was ground down and didn’t know what to do to save my family, help my son, or heal myself.
Confused and not knowing where to turn, I thought about Nonna Carmela. I remembered well her fierce independence and unshakable strength. I hoped that I had her spirit in me—the unflinching courage to fight back, endure, and protect. She held the key to my survival.
My reflection: When life became too heavy to carry, I felt an overwhelming pull to return to the land where Nonna was born—to feel the dirt, breathe the air, and discover the roots of her strength firsthand. I needed to understand the things that had been most dear to her, and to make them my own.
Something to think about: Sometimes the only way forward is by going back—by seeking out the people, places, and values that shaped us. When life feels overwhelming, where—or to whom—do you turn to find clarity and strength? I’d love to hear from you.






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