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Serendipity and the City / Serendipity e la Città
Serendipity finds its way though cities in a never-ending ribbon of delightful surprises. For instance, one would never expect to meet a familiar face after 1 am in Piazza Santo Stefano, but it can...
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I Don’t Have Any Money, But You’re Welcome to My Olives
My gaze remained fixed on Fernando’s swollen eyelids as he asked Bonnie-Mom and me if we wanted to hear the most beautiful 40-second poem in the world. He caught us on Second Avenue as we made our way...
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True Grit
All week, I’ve been considering Bonnie’s response to my previous entry: “Writers are conduits. Now that you’ve opened yourself, you’re feeling the flow from all directions. The next trick, if you...
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My Prickly Valentine
Everything is relative. As I write, a three-year-old girl, Charlotte, is singing loudly on the floor of Caffe Fiore, a made-up song with a single line repeated over and over. At the end of every...
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Mars, Venus and Uranus
Unintentionally constructed as such, this past weekend proved to be a juxtaposition of the sexes. There wasn’t necessarily a battle, but certainly an abundance of colorful language. It began a month...
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Grafting the Future
Bon's graft, affectionately known as "Leggy," posing at Studio 410 At the Hotel Vitale, they leave ideas rather than chocolates on your pillow at night. I first stayed there in 2007 while in town for a...
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Hi Mom
Mom and me at St. Robert’s Hours after we buried my mother, I fell ill with an unparalleled monster flu. Looking back, I know it wasn’t just a virulent strain of bacteria. Propelled by grief, my...
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