Pepe

I grew up in New England, a place where tradition runs supreme. Holidays were a big deal, and we spent most of the major ones shuttling from this aunt to that grandmother and back again, enjoying the camaraderie only a large and extended family can afford. Those were the halcyon years, when my mother could still get away with dressing me as a doily. When I was eight years old, we moved across the country to Southern California, and those days came to an abrupt end. We still celebrated ... Read more »