Our Daily Bread

growing up

Brooklyn

Sunday dinners

all the rage:

Bless us Oh Lord, and these thy gifts,

which we are about to receive, from thy

bounty, through Christ, Our Lord, Amen.”

Go!

olives

breadsticks

meatballs

screaming

linguine

artichokes

fist fights

shouting

vino

gnocchi

dinner plates

flying

espresso

cannolies

laughing

lying

siblings

spiteful

talking

mouthfuls

parents

swearing

grandma

crying

minutes

later

seething

glances

living room

feet up

snoring

naptime