If anger were mileage, I'd be a very frequent flyer, right up there in First Class.

Confessions are like tattoos in that 1) You convince yourself that the immediate pain of going through the process means it won't bother you later on; 2) They are permanent.

Having a lean and hungry look was frowned upon in my Italian neighborhood where a girl was considered too skinny if she could make her knees touch.

Birthdays are a reward for having shown up 365 days in a row. It's like getting a badge for attendance.

We should remind ourselves that laughing together is as close as you can get to another person without touching, and sometimes it represents a closer tie than touching ever could.

The people I work with are like family. I don't mean this in a nice way.

I personally translated the word 'vendetta' as Italian for 'What do you mean, "you want to see other women"?