Five Secrets My Father Kept from Me as a Child

Unraveling of deception, lies, and narcissism within my Italian-American family.

(Photo by Rafael Leao @ Unslpash)

Inside my father’s dresser drawer were usually a few pennies, nickels, and, if I were super lucky that day, a quarter or two. After work, he would empty his pockets and drop the coins into his top drawer. I was allowed to take the coins for our weekly…