"Some memories stick to us like super glue in our memories, others get buried deep and we have to strain to recall them... some naturally transition into action, unbidden when the need arises."
My cousin Zoe wrote this in her latest column for the Petaluma Post in California. I go online and read her articles when I have the chance. We are from the same "cloth," it seems, even though we are 11 years apart in age. Ever since I was a young 15-year-old with high lofty dreams she has been my idol. She was so beautiful to me, so classy, so sexy . . . she was also the rebel in our Italian family.