Her Royal Highness lived and loved the high life. Often at the Fountainebleu with Frank Sinatra and company, Clara, our mother, was always at our father’s side. Vince Esposito was sound consultant to Ole’Blue Eyes and cavorted with the Rat Pack. We seldom heard those stories. But on weekends in the North End, Mother would regale us Read More…
Author: Rita Esposito Watson
Italian Kisses: A Cannoli Wedding Memory
Perhaps because our grandfather and his brothers ran a pastry shop in Connecticut, after moving back to Boston I became addicted to North End cannolis. When growing up, Grandma taught us that any argument could be settled once people sat at the table, ate grandpa’s pastry, and drank her demitasse. Once in Boston, my children Read More…