If you are new to my blog, you might like to know that I am writing a memoir about growing up in an organized crime family–and exploring material for that project here at “reinventing the event horizon.” The working title is Kids Make the Best Bookies.
To read chapter 1, click here.
To read chapter 2, click here.
To read chapter 3, click here.
If you are interested in reading other mafia-memoir posts, some are listed below, along with corresponding links.
If you would like to read any of my “protected” memoir posts, please email me at email@example.com , and I would be happy to share the password with you.
“It’s the Forgetting I Remember Most: A Childhood among the Mafia”
“Room with a View: Pony-Tailed among the Mafia”
“My Dad was in the Mafia: What Pittsburgh Newspapers Said in 1972”
“The Mafia Verses the Big Bad Wolf”
“Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil—Mafia Style”
“Would the Real Criminal Please Stand up? (My Dad, the Mafia, and some Mafia for Good Measure)”
“When Memoir Meets Saville Row”
“Mafia Madness or Christian Craziness—Which Tipped the Scale?”
“Kids Make the Best Bookies”
“Married to the Mob and other “In)Convenient Truths”
“The Mafia on Vacation: A Visual Travel History (Las Vegas, Part 1)”
“The Mafia does Christmas (Daddy Warbucks Style)”
“The Mafia on Vacation (Part 2): Crime, Cruises, and Knowing Daddy Anew”
“The Mafia on Vacation (Part 3): Remembering Miami, Then and Now”
“Don’t Run, you’ll Make Dust (A Grandmother’s Warning)”
“Mirror, Mirror (or Why I See myself as ‘we’)”
“Books and Blogs: The Same Redemptive Story”
“On (not) Understanding Memory: The Oldest and Only Story”
“Kindergarten: A Lasting Love Affair with School and all Things Paper-Related”
“On Miss Peach and Perfect Penmanship: Memory Glinting in the Glass”
“Magic in the Emerging: Memory Mining with my Eyes Closed”
“An Eccentricity Epitomized in Citrus: On Aunt Pearl’s Palette for the Insane”
“My Weight-Related Woes: Wed to a Well-Meaning Mother or Married to the Mob”
“The Lord Told me to” and other Sad Excuses for Holiday Heartlessness”
“The Holy Hollow at the Center of Every Story”