the birth of coco.

my parents were both born and raised in the great state of new york, while they fortunately fell in love in high school, married and had three daughters.

i am their' middle child.

it is important to begin my collection of memoirs with an idea of what the two people responsible for me are like and who they are so that the audience better understands my stories.

my mother is incredibly talented, beautiful and funny. an artist, a chef, and a friend - very passionate, powerful and exact.

my father is a deep, smart, compassionate man with the most patience of anyone that i have ever met, especially for dealing with all four of us women in the house.

my father loved my mother since the first day he saw her, chased her like all great men chase the loves of their' lives, and finally the two of the them were married in 1980, 31 magical years ago.

i suppose the reason i first believed in love was because of my parents. because of how they still look at one another and long to spend more and more time together. because of how they complete each other on a routine basis and still surprise one another.

most of my stories are about my trials with finding love, saving it, losing it, cherishing it - all things that my parents seem to have mastered.