There is a close up photograph my nephew John took of my parents’ hands. It is so unbelievably beautiful and, unfortunately, John cannot find it among his tens of thousands […]
Category: Family
Ode to My Mother
I have been leading up to this blog about my mother. How does one write about one’s mother? Especially when she is a complex character of mythical proportions! Especially when […]
The Most Beautiful Hands
My Zia Tanina was a very special person. When we went to Sicily, as long as Nonna was alive, we stayed at Nonna’s house. However, after Nonna died, we stayed […]