We were sitting around a small table at my mom’s favorite spot, Cupz and Crepes, when something hit me. It was just the five of us: Pete, Rosie, Michael, Nicole, and me. No spouses. No kids. Just my family. The original crew. I couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. Maybe we were teenagers. […]
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I almost quit. After months of writing, editing, sharing vulnerable stories from my life, and getting nothing but silence from literary agents, I sat at my desk and thought, Maybe this is it. Maybe no one cares. But that’s not the whole story. I’ve done everything they say you’re supposed to do. I broke through
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The Day My Son Discovered MF DOOM Slept on My Couch Part Two Mason sat there staring at me, still stunned. “Wait… you’re serious?” I nodded. I had just said it out loud for the first time: MF DOOM slept on my couch. And the moment I told Mason that truth, something cracked open inside
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It started with a sound. A familiar bassline drifted from my son Mason’s room, low and looped, laid-back but haunting. I was across the hall in my bedroom, scrolling through Netflix, when it caught my ear and pulled me back three decades like a hook in a song. I walked into his room and asked,
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Some stories don’t need embellishment. They write themselves through the rawness of the moment—the stress, the beauty, the kindness of strangers, and the unforgettable turns (both literal and emotional) along the way. This is one of those stories. We left the Hilton Grand Wailea right after breakfast, full bellies and high hopes, packed into a
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In June 2024, I flew back to Massachusetts with my sons, Mason and Colby, for a 72-hour whirlwind trip to celebrate the Boston Celtics’ NBA Championship. We made the most of every minute—cheering at the parade, climbing rocks and jumping into the ocean from my cousin Stevie’s boat near World’s End, and laughing with family
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When I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, my mind drifted back to a memory I hadn’t thought about in years. It was the spring of 1980, and I was just four years old. That was the year my Aunt Loretta passed away—she was the first person I ever lost. Loretta Cavallo was born on March
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The following is an excerpt from, The Dog Story: How Faith, Family, and a Puppy Helped Me Rediscover Hope by Matt Cavallo. This side-by-side photo compilation is from my sister Nicole’s First Communion. It features the altar at Resurrection of the Lord Parish in Hingham, MA, Nicole at 5 years old, Father Mooney, and me at
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It was late summer 1980 in East Weymouth, Massachusetts. I was four years old, and my brother, Mike, was two. We lived at 37 Lorraine Street, our little ranch home in a small, family neighborhood where kids played freely, and there were no fences dividing the yards just the forest behind our home. Our backyard
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The sun was just starting to rise over Ahwatukee, casting that perfect golden glow across the desert. It was early June, one of those rare mornings in Phoenix when you could actually enjoy being outside without feeling like you’d stepped into an oven set to broil. My twin Havanese dogs, Barry and Jasper, were already
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