The following is an excerpt from an early chapter of my memoir, one week after I arrived Italy, September 2001. …
Category: travel
My Dad paddles furiously at the water, working to get in front of the wave and glide his wide and …
Sometimes I wonder if I am hiding when I write. I’m writing a memoir about a time in my past, …
I am immediately struck by the sweet perfume of flowers, the pungent odor of the fish counter, a whiff of …