I Was a Teenage Fashion Designer
My maternal grandmother, Nonna Nancy, was an Italian immigrant and an intuitive,…
Nonfiction
Two Days with a Pig
I was not hog-wild on the idea. So before heading off on our trip to Italy last January,…
The Nuptial Cloths
Gramma Stella was 14½ when her mother told her that Giuseppe Monardo had asked for her.…
The Courtyard
Clara and Cosimo finally reached Via Plebiscito number 80, the intersecting street name…
Casa
It’s 1964, Montreal. And a photograph shows me taking my first steps in my…
The Elegant Complexity of Oranges
“Did you like Toronto when you first arrived here?” “Never,” she replies in her…
An Apple a Day
I remember as if it were yesterday, when I would stop in to see Mom and Dad after work.…
Nonno Luigi’s Garage
How do you pass the time when you are under Covid lockdown during a bone-chilling winter…
Homesick
I am four. It is my birthday and there is a Sesame Street themed cake, a pile of…
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More than the greatest love the world has known This is the love that I give to you alone…