If you've ever spent time in Italy, then you'll have undoubtedly concluded that almost every presumption made about their great attention to aesthetically pleasing fashion, artwork, or music is pretty spot on! Many Italians, both north and south of Rome, continue to take great pride in how they appear and behave in almost every social … Continue reading Twelve Italian Earworms (which I’ve secretly grown to love)
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Heatwave
She pinched the brown pine needles between her fingers and turned them upside down, tracing circles in the tablecloth like a compass. On an invisible map, she charted her course, and longed to be in some new world. Far away from blaring speakers, beer bottles and wild unruly children. Yet, some small contentment came from … Continue reading Heatwave
Say hello for me
It was probably about ten thirty in the morning when I had finally reached the other side of the ravine. Gasping for air, not from the October heat, but from my climb to the top of the hill. Yet, I beamed at my accomplishment, ignoring the older experienced hikers who had made the trek with … Continue reading Say hello for me
Morning coffee
Nancy looked around the square from her bar table, at the serenely active locals who strolled down the streets paved with marble and she could not imagine leaving. Their clothes ranged from tailored casual shirts and chinos to flowing satin dresses which seemed more appropriate for an evening out. She admired the freshly cut stalk … Continue reading Morning coffee
Night Voices
While my worries waltz in and out of my life, day to day – I try singing the hours away. For a moment it begins to help, then it grows into something more . . . I try my notes, tuning in to how I make each sound, and draw them together into a phrase. … Continue reading Night Voices
Can we ever truly set anything in stone?
Can we ever truly set anything in stone?Life seems to get the best of all things,even stone! From floor to ceiling,cracking, crumbling– every great structure we have built,along with their great foundations,collapse,eventually . . . The beams that buttressedour great ceilings,now burden our backs like crosses,threatening to crush us beneath their weight, But we are … Continue reading Can we ever truly set anything in stone?
La città
I walk through sun-baked stony alleyways,And overhear the buzzing of Italian voicesin their kitchens and dining rooms.Something is always stirring –what better time to discuss it than over lunch? I hear them humming in their hives,Chattering, gossiping, and laughing.If their queen is content,Why should there be any reason for them to stop? Still, a storm … Continue reading La città
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