Christmas Eve is the big Italian thing where everybody gets together in the same couple houses in Long Island, and eat an all-fish dinner. It’s kind of crazy because you got Fat Uncle Sonny who’s got nubs for fingers because he’s four hundred pounds and can barely move, and the blood doesn’t reach there. [...]
Entries Tagged as ‘Italian’
April 16, 2007
I’ve never been back to Russia, ever since I left Russia.
My dad is still in Russia because he’s a journalist, and you know how it is when you’re a journalist. He’s a very good journalist, but when your profession is connected to a language—and he is Russian, born and raised, so he still lives there. My mother lives in London. She’s been [...]
