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.
The Woman Across The Cortile
Her name is unknown to me. But I enjoy the sight of her in the window and the shadow dance as she crosses the room. It’s not affection, but comfort and association, the sharing of town, time and pain.
Three On A Plane (A Christmas Carol)
On a plane, in the row ahead of me, a man was speaking to another two or three ahead of him. I picked up words that pulled me back 50 years.
The Sarnano Man
The man never offered his name. The closest I ever had to a conversation was to say good morning. He did not acknowledge or seem to hear.
Bags In Time
We found a few old bags with whom we brought our world with us when we came from Canada to Sarnano. This is their story.
How To Fight Fascism (Again)
Fascism is insidious to the point where it has become invisible. How do we see the invisible, and how do we fight against it?
Never The Last
Twenty years after 9/11, very little is different. But everyone is changed.