Loren DiBlasi

Nov 21, 2023 | talkhouse.com | Loren DiBlasi

I was there, but of course I can’t remember. Regardless, I know the story by heart: Good Friday, 1989. Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Me, Loren DiBlasi, thrust into the world via emergency c-section. My mother, Carmela, 34 years old, mad and swollen with preeclampsia, declaring to the Virgin Mary that she’d happily die so that I could be born (I would inherit her flair for drama; not her sense of sacrifice).