Let us not pull any punches here. Nobody pulled any punches on him! His father-in-law is dead. It is the way life goes, and he and his wife live with it and understand the great arc of their peculiar providence. Together, they made a life with him; certainly, after the mother-in-law died of the cancer and later, when the old contadino resided with his problem of the comprehension, in la casa di riposo (the house of rest). He learns to live with death; somehow lets its harsh resolve melt into…
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Jennifer Robson is the author of six novels set during and after the two world wars. Her latest novel is…
Intellectuals, too, take vacations, and they generally don’t look askance to venues off the beaten track. This is what Margherita…
For over 35 years Gianna Patriarca has been writing sensitive ethno-centric poetry about her colourful community of Little Italy in…
SAPLING Sunday mornings, Mom attends mass at St. Ambrose Church while Dad takes me to High Park where I play…
“Since the house is on fire, let us warm ourselves.” (Italian proverb) Monday, 9 a.m. Not writing. Dim, dreary…
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