As I Watch My Father Fading
As I Watch My Father Fading As I watch my father fading I realize we begin our lives With…
Writings
Ch’è ‘sta opera?
As the story reached its end, with the sensibility of an artist. In her my eyes felt…
Fathers and Sons
Record Sessions In the spring. You could only do it in the spring. I reach over and press…
A Photo Journey
At first glance, Vincenza Scarpaci’s The Journey of the Italians in…
Afternoon in a Garden of the Palazzo Barberini
“È chiuso.” This is how Francesca learns there is no such thing as…
Vita Brevis
Short back and long bangs, but our barber never got it right. Gentile’s place—you…
At Capo di Sorrento
At Capo di Sorrento, I leap from the orange Circumvesuviana bus and dash through olive…
He Shoots, Il Segnare
The tuxedoed violinist takes his position at centre “stage” and launches into…
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…