I was nourished in the womb by Pepe’s Apizza on Wooster Street in New Haven via my expectant mother and born into an Italian-American family.  At nine months of age, my first "real" food was one of my great Aunt Phil’s meatballs, and my first “real” word was "cookie." Important events and rituals in my Italian-American family were all inextricably linked to food.

I grew up as an only child in a small, rural town and was a voracious reader. I kept a victrola in my bedroom and plastered my walls with Katharine Hepburn, Humphrey Bogart, and Rita Hayworth. At Sarah Lawrence College, I studied literature, philosophy, psychology, and theatre and thought it was cool to stay home on a Saturday night reading Woolf or Beckett or Nietzsche while drinking Harvey’s Bristol Cream.

After college, I moved to New York City’s Little Italy and pursued acting while spending my days at my corporate temp jobs. I was an assistant director at a performance and gallery in Soho, then spent 10 years as an associate producer in the corporate arena for national meetings, broadcasts, webcasts, and videos.

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I found my way back to Connecticut in 2010, and soon after began a new chapter as a writer. This state is dear to my heart; I love being close to both the coast and farmland, NYC and Boston, and having ready-access to Connecticut-style lobster rolls and, of course, Pepe’s Pizza.

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