I’m an Italian-American writer from 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.

Recently, I’ve become interested in the cultural erosion of Southern and Eastern European enclaves in Brooklyn over the last century, especially Italian neighborhoods, due to assimilation and consumer culture. I’m working on urban reportage about cultural dilution, economic displacement, and urban sameness, and, for the first time, literary fiction centered on moral erosion, memory distortion, and identity tension.

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