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  • To honor my Mama

    To honor my Mama

    My mother was a breast cancer survivor. She faced that battle with incredible strength and grace, and we were blessed to have many beautiful years with her after her mastectomy. But life has a way of throwing unexpected challenges our way. Years later, she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, and eventually, we lost her to complications…

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  • Garlic Pasta (Pasta di Aglio)

    Garlic Pasta (Pasta di Aglio)

    Garlic Pasta (Pasta di Aglio) Serves: 6Prep Time: 10 minutesCook Time: 6 minutes Ingredients Instructions

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  • My Mama also had Alzheimer’s

    My Mama also had Alzheimer’s

    My Mama went through her mastectomy and then later in life was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. As the disease progressed, her mind slowly returned to her childhood, the happiest time of her life. She was raised in Sicily during World War II, and only made it through the second grade. Life was hard, but when she…

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  • When Life Hands You Lemons, Make Limoncello

    When Life Hands You Lemons, Make Limoncello

    Sicilian women don’t waste anything. Not food, not time, and certainly not lemons. Growing up, my mama would turn the simplest things into magic. A bowl of bruised fruit became jam, a pile of stale bread turned into meatballs, and a tough week could always be softened by a shot of homemade limoncello. When I…

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  • Reclaiming Joy, One Recipe at a Time

    Reclaiming Joy, One Recipe at a Time

    When I first lost my breasts, I thought I’d also lost a part of who I was. The reflection in the mirror didn’t match the woman I remembered. Strong, curvy, confident, and unapologetically herself. But then, one afternoon, I walked into the kitchen and realized something: I still had the one thing that’s always defined…

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  • The Secret Ingredient Is Always Mama

    The Secret Ingredient Is Always Mama

    Every family has that one dish that feels like home. The kind that brings everyone to the table, no matter how far life has pulled them apart. For me, that dish was my mama’s Sunday sauce. Thick, rich, and bubbling away for hours, it filled the house with the kind of warmth you can’t buy…

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