I’m a writer in Brooklyn, New York.

I grew up in a supermarket family that created a “fantasy food store” on Long Island and in South Florida. As a kid in the nineties, when the carpeting and smoke-filled rooms of the previous decades were ripped up and torn down, I became skeptical of everything contemporary and new. Obsessed with what was there before, and before that, and before that, I continue to push against the grain of newness, and reject the premise that what’s new is necessarily newsworthy.

I’m a third-generation Italian-American. I’ve written about traveling to discover my heritage in Italy, but I’m now more interested in how inherited social systems have shaped identity and belonging inside Brooklyn’s Italian enclaves. I’m currently working on cultural reportage about contemporary Italian-American life and critical nonfiction that examines how inherited myths took shape, why they persist, who they benefit, and who they harm.

When I’m not writing, you’ll find me at L&B Spumoni Gardens. I’d rather be in Napoli.