Life With Fred & Lucy/ Surviving My Gene Pool


This page is not only a story about my childhood and growing up in South Philadelphia, but it's also a story about the two ghosts that live up in my attic. I'm not afraid of these ghosts. They know me and I know them. They don't always stay at my house. Sometimes, they'll visit my sisters and my daughter. Ghosts don't usually like to interact with the living as much as the two who reside in my attic, but they say you are in death as you were in life. Fred and Lucy were very sociable while alive. They are the same, dead.

To understand me, you need to learn where I came from. My parents were Italian, strict Catholics (when it suited them) and, crazy as hell. Growing up in our home was like being part of the Addams Family, but my siblings and I wouldn't trade our childhood for all the normalcy in the world.
My siblings and I were not the easiest children to raise, and Fred and Lucy weren't the easiest parents to love. I'm not complaining. Growing up in a grocery store with my parents was a life lesson that made my siblings and I, survivors.

They say, it's all in the genes. We inherit not only our physical traits from our parents, but so much more. I've inherited Lucy's independence and Fred's sense of humor...and, lucky me, their OCD. 

My book: Life with Fred and Lucy, The Two Ghosts in My Attic will be out in the summer of 2018


  1. These are wonderful glimpses into that era; very true to the spirit of that place and time. And I love the visuals!

    1. Thank you, Joseph. I'm so happy that you enjoy these stories. I'm forever calling up family members to see if they have pictures that go with my memoir. Sometimes, I luck out and find the perfect picture.