That's what my Dad used to say when we'd ask about our family’s background. Of course, this would produce eye-rolling from my Mom (the only non-Italian in the house) and giggles from my sisters and me.
When we first met, my husband referred to me as a "glowing ball of happiness." And for the most part, that moniker has remained true to who I am: a relentlessly positive and infectiously enthusiastic person.
Until I'm not.
Because even a glowing ball of happiness will ex...