Just Visiting
Young, ambitious, and armed with a respectable résumé – notwithstanding the smug…
Winning Stories
This is Sunday Lunch
Lunches are quiet at Via Scapardini 9. Father. Mother. Son. And me, the fiancée from…
The Three Sisters of Piacenza
My grandmother’s house is too warm. Too crowded. Our second cousins from New York,…
The Birthday Suit
Jimmy Barbucci slept peacefully through the continuing devastation of the Asian markets.…
Lost Worlds
“Your dad’s got my car in the shed,” she tells me over the phone.…
The Old Woman of Corniglia
If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? My husband asked this question…
The Disappearing Sicily
Papa holds me in his arms, one hand against my tummy, thumb spread wide like a pressure…
Going to the Chapel
The Italian wedding in Canada has become a bit of a cliché. As a first-generation…