Mara
Some days the sea was all brute force. A throaty, roaring blast. It slammed its weight…
Some days the sea was all brute force. A throaty, roaring blast. It slammed its weight…
Mary Melfi has written over a dozen books, including fiction, non-fiction, memoires and…
The inaugural Accenti Magazine International Festival of the Arts, held at the University…
The commuter train was running a few minutes late. I texted Claudia to let her know. I…
In one sense, 1972 is an extension of some of Domenico Capilongo’s past work. Once…
My older sister Elizabeth said she would come to my Christmas Eve dinner – if I…
“He was the Robin Hood of Italy,” my mother said when she first showed me the…
While hoeing his garden one day – so the story goes – Saint Francis of Assisi was…
“Mom, the woman will be here at 11:30. Are you ready?” “What’s her name?” the…
The 1960s continued to see increasing numbers of Italians immigrating to Canada.…