When I tell people that I love living on Staten Island- they search   my face and person- as if the only way I could possibly say such a thing would be a direct result of hitting a crack pipe HARD. But here's the thing,   number one I am not a crackhead- and while my husband didn't bring me here 11 years ago, to the place of his childhood, with the largest grin plastered on my face ( back then I … [Read more...]