Ode To My Family
My grandparents are here, in New York, braving single digit temps and snow drifts to see me perform this weekend.
I think I may have learned more about where I come from, my Polish, Italian, Russian, and Irish roots, than I ever have in my 31 years.
I've also learned that I come from hearty stock, people who are willing to look at slushy streets and bitter cold as "actually kind of fun, as long as you don't try to walk too quickly." Sage advice. I am listening, and deeply touched by that message.
Today's post is short and sweet, but I'll leave you with this proverb from one side of my family's heritage: