Sarnano Rest
About a war veteran and a past that keeps returning.
Sarnano’s Room
There is magic in the town of Sarnano and, as men imagine, a sense of forever.
A Gathering Of Pipes And Men
The unfortunate and ignorant argue that these pipes are inanimate. They are wrong. The pipes have spirit and life carved into them.
What I Learned When I Came Back To Italy
After a lifetime abroad, a recent Italian repatriate shares her account.
Hats and Ghosts
A moving story of hats, ghosts, photos, memories, affections and Italy.
Dreams of Christmas Eve
In Sarnano's centro storico it is quiet, dark and cold at the end of December. Lamps are turned off to save electricity. Strands of light from the television seep into the kitchen. A man prepares the Christmas Eve dinner...
Coming To Italy? Here’s Some Food For Thought
I’ve now lived in Rome for over two years. Here’s what I'd have liked to have known as an American before moving to Italy.
The Man Who Carved Clay
He carved the people of his village, prosperous and impoverished, the woman who lost her husband, the cripple, a priest at the door of his church with a supplicant, a blind man walking, the young beautiful girl.
The Song Of Sarnano
Strangers come for the day and do not hear that Sarnano is special in ways that many towns do not share. The resident was going to try to explain the sound and silence to his young friend.
Signpost On The Road To Sarnano
A border surrounds and marks the shrine. It has become a signpost, a place to turn when you want to find the family style restaurant up the hill on the rutted gravel road.