Cycling in Sardegna
“Time is not a measure of distance,” Francesca’s son, Marco, says to her when she…
Fiction
Devotion
In a flurry of sticky fingers, we drop our change in the box and nod to the man with the…
Angel of Petawawa
She looked like a pin-up of Betty Grable, hair curled into seductive blonde sausages,…
Afternoon in a Garden of the Palazzo Barberini
“È chiuso.” This is how Francesca learns there is no such thing as…
Easter Morning
“Can I hold your hand?” he asked softly. She looked at her hand, then at his.…
Cinzia
I wondered what my mother would think of Cinzia… and what Cinzia would think of…
The Blue House
The man opens his eyes and sees the boy. He has come to sit beside him on the…
The Fourth Wife
To look at Uncle Enzo you’d be hard pressed to believe that this short mild-mannered…
Laura
A freak snowstorm diverted the London-Venice flight to Monfalcone – an industrial town…
How an Emperor Helped Lorenzo Da Ponte Get to America
There was one foreigner come aboard. Navigating by starlight, you might say. Only a hard…