Sometimes I eat cake to cope. Sometimes I have ice-cream to feel hope. Somtimes I have kettlecorn for dinner. Sometimes I spin and kickbox to feel thinner. Sometimes I sip green tea for peace. Sometimes I can never get enough cheese. ...

Growing up in an Italian-Jewish household, my Mema and Papa made lasagna, fresh garlic bread and salad with herbs and spices just because it was a Wednesday. My Baba was famous for her matzo-ball soup. My mother has since taken over the soup and my n...