Love’s Eye View: New Possibilities in Storytelling and Heritage Preservation
Upon invitation, my wife and I, we went down into the city. We travelled with her brother…
Upon invitation, my wife and I, we went down into the city. We travelled with her brother…
My father-in-law was a contadino from Castropigano. He was brilliant. He had a grade five…
We were fully in our Covid times, hosting vigil to the insidious slow-creep of the virus…
So many of my ancient order have passed on, not from the Covid, but from the life. I have…
Let us not pull any punches here. Nobody pulled any punches on him! His father-in-law is…
Death begins the way it always does, so many times, with a phone call out of the blue. My…
We went down in the biblical sense to the city again. My wife and I. She went with me, in…
I In the timelessness that is empathy, he watched them all go. He watched them go amidst…
He calls me il vagabondo because he never knows when I will show up to visit. I have…
I am sent by my wife to retrieve the veal – 11 sweet, 7 hot, a small container of…