The Three Sisters of Piacenza
My grandmother’s house is too warm. Too crowded. Our second cousins from New York,…
Nonfiction
On Leave-Taking And Monuments
No one leaves country, home, all he has loved, unless driven by a powerful necessity. In…
Old World New World
Italian Canadians offer good lessons in preserving Old World culture in the land of milk…
Going to the Chapel
The Italian wedding in Canada has become a bit of a cliché. As a first-generation…
From Russia Without Love: Letters from the Russian Front – 1942 (Part 1)
On the Luganskaya Front An endless column ahead of me is standing still on the frozen…
La Finestra
In the summer of love, I was 12 years old and living a white bread existence in the west…
Sunday in Woodbridge
I have just returned from Woodbridge, where my mother and father live “behind the…