Women’s Night Out
On a cold April Wednesday, when it seemed that winter in Toronto would never end, 145…
On a cold April Wednesday, when it seemed that winter in Toronto would never end, 145…
I am scribbling these notes moments before departure. I have awakened from a dream which…
This sunlight belongs in a Mediterranean harbour or outside the shade of a small orange…
A moment of reflection on the experiences of post-war Italian immigrants to this country…
It was a lovely winter day. A white blanket covered the streets and sidewalks. The snow,…
Hurdling down an icy mountainside in a metal contraption with almost no control might…
Congratulations on publishing a wonderful new magazine on the Italian Canadian…
When Italians arrived on the shores of North America, they brought with them knowledge of…
John Nunziata’s calling beckons him again, this time to serve as mayor of…
In the fall of 1999, I began offering a course in North American Italian literature.…