…to all the Moms I know.
…to my wife.
…to my Mom.
A red rose for all the mothers today. And especially to my wife and mom.
Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom.
My childhood and teenage years were spent growing up in an Italian-American neighborhood. And when I say “Italian-American” I mean the immigrants who found the courage to move thousands of miles, to leave their homes and everything they knew, to relocate and rebuild their lives in a foreign country. I know that I wouldn’t have the courage to do that.