There’s a popular story that’s been floating around my family for years. My mother revels in telling it, and every time she does, it elicits a mixture of nervous laughs, horrified looks and hasty signs of the cross. It’s about my mother’s childhood BFF, Rosie. Rosie and my mom lived next door to each other while growing up, and for most of that time were inseparable. They played with each other’s dolls, did each other’s hair and practically lived in each other’s houses. Rosie wasn’t Italian, but my nonna loved her anyway. After Rosie and Mom graduated from high school, my mom began dating my dad and Rosie met a nice boy named Tommy. Of course, they did a lot of double dating too. And, when they both got married, they were each other’s maids of honor.
After a while, Rosie and Tommy bought their first house out in Long Island and moved away. Since not many young couples had cars back then, Mom and Rosie didn’t see too much of each other anymore. So, it was a huge deal when my father bought his first car, and we excitedly drove out to “the island” for our first visit to Rosie and Tommy’s place. read more >>
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