This made me laugh, but what does it mean?

Tortellini in broth. Image by Alessio Orru on Shutterstock.

I don’t know yet for sure because I have only seen the trailer for the documentary Searching for Italy where Stanley Tucci recorded an old man from Bologna saying this. I have to wait until June 20 to watch the series on CNN International to learn how Tucci goes behind these words “to discover what the food tells about the people that craft it”.

There are 6 episodes. In each episode, Tucci visits a different area: Tuscany, Sicily, Milan, Rome, Bologna, Naples/The Amalfi Coast. It looks like I will have to wait until the fifth episode to hear this man…

The story of my publication

Caffe latte from La Châtaigne. Image by the author.

If you know me well, you know I love making pane pugliese. I love it so much that right after college I wanted to open a bread bakery. I imagined myself having a little shop where I would make and sell all kinds of rustic breads from Italy.

The shop would be in a brick building with flowers growing in planter boxes attached under the windows. The bakery cases would be filled with loaves of fresh bread still warm and crackling as the heat escaped their interiors filling the air with their delicious aromas triggering feelings of well being.


My life-long quest to find the Italian birthplace of my great-grandfather

Italian men on Ellis Island. Photo by Everett Collection on Shutterstock

I am looking for two people: Giuseppe and Angela. I have been looking for them for 35 years and I still can’t find them. Sometimes I get so close. But just when I am about to pin them down, they slip away, lost in the mysteries of time.

Giuseppe and Angela are my great-grandparents on my father’s side. They were born in Italy around 1864 just a few years apart. They both grew up somewhere in Italy, in different towns. Each left with their families for reasons of their own around 1888. He was 25 and and she was 23.

What’s the difference between copywriting and content marketing?

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Or are they the same thing? As I started reading the many informative and thorough articles on the difference between copywriting and content marketing, I discovered they are not the same but they are very related.

I was learning a lot, but I felt like I was going down the content marketing rabbit hole reading article after article and clicking on hyperlinks within hyperlinks taking me further away from my original question.

I was getting confused and wondered if I could understand the difference between copywriting and content marketing better through an analogy. …

My lifelong quest to master speaking Italian taught me perseverance, boldness, and to embrace feedback. Italian also taught me grammar, vocabulary, and to love writing — in English. Italian will always mesmerize me but English is snappy and allows me to speak directly to the reader so they take action.


From the moment I first stepped onto Italian soil and heard this eloquent, melodious language, I was hooked. I could tell the answer to my boredom and lack of meaning in life, at age 18, would be found pursuing the mysteries of this magical language. Learning Italian gave me purpose.

That was a question I started asking people a few years before I myself separated from my husband. So many people I knew were breaking up after long marriages and I was genuinely curious as to how they finally made the decision to split.

Of course no one could really answer that question very easily and certainly not in a few words. The ending of a long term relationship doesn’t usually happen from one definitive event.

So now I sit here and ask myself the same question. Why did I get a divorce? And actually I haven’t gotten a divorce…

I lost three hours of my life and woke up as a writer. This is my fairytale.

On Wednesday, December 4, 2019 at 4:15 PM, I was on a bike, slowly cruising down Grove St., as I did every day at that time as part of my commute home. My next memory is waking up three hours later in the ER with my husband (estranged) next to me.

“What happened? How did I get here? How did you get here?” I had been asking those same questions over and over every two minutes for hours so the ER doctor decided…

I should be ecstatic. I have the dream teacher job. I get paid a ton of money to be called a teacher and I do no teaching. I don’t have to do any parent-teacher conferences, there are no virtual back-to-school nights, there are no staff and faculty meetings. I have a classroom full of bright, kind, usually well-behaved children.

Then why am I so full of angst? Why can’t I just sit here and look pretty? Because my dream teacher job depends on the pandemic continuing and the schools staying closed. This makes me feel morally wrong. Adding to my…

Justine Forelli

Justine is a mother, teacher, and writer. Her passion is Italian!

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