November 24: Connecticut Pizza

I’m might kick myself later, but I’m eating pizza tonight. The good stuff, from Connecticut. With onions and olives and green bell peppers, because those are my favorite toppings. With the thin, doughy crust underneath, a layer of evenly distributed sauce in the middle, and the cheese that’s going to hurt me on top. My…

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If I’m not Italian, what am I?

During my freshman year, my college’s group for racial (re)conciliation held an event in combination with the theater group in which we used our bodies to explore the concept of home. Through a Never-Have-I-Ever type of exercise, I discovered I was the only person out of approximately 40 in the room who had grown up…

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