Lingua
quando e` morta mia mamma e` morta anche la nostra lingua quella che parlavamo ogni…
April 2020
Leaving America
The speedboat and ferry trails left furrows of white wake on the deep azure blue of the…
Piazza Purgatorio: A Love Letter to Italy During the Pandemic
“T’avia sarbàtu du aranci. Mah…” says Zia Carmela. I saved you the last of the…
Piazza Purgatorio: Una lettera d’amore all’Italia al tempo della pandemia
“T’avia sarbàtu du aranci. Ma…” mi dice zia Carmela. “Ti avevo messo da parte…
Mary Melfi on her Memoir, In the Backyard: Relearning the Art of Aging, Dying and Making Love
Through her new book, In the Backyard: Relearning the Art of Aging, Dying and Making Love…
What Leaving Brings
I In the timelessness that is empathy, he watched them all go. He watched them go amidst…
The Past Is Not Such a Foreign Country
It was 1811, the year of Napoleon’s Comet and the birth of his son. It was a time…