A few years ago, while we were in the process of selling our house and downsizing, we decided to sell some of our framed prints. I was new to the world of selling items online, and while I never considered myself paranoid, I was a bit nervous about the exchange
I avoid cemeteries, my serious stories detour into humour, and I leave the room at breakneck speed (mentally, if I can’t get to an exit in time) when the conversation turns to dead people, soon-to-be-dead people or forecasted-someday-soon-to-be-dead people.
Couples of long tenure often complete each other's sentences, as if there is an inverse relationship between years spent together and words required to get our point across. That being said, there was one morning about ten years ago when I guess I failed the “fill in the
At the age of five, Italian was the only language I spoke and understood. I remember my father, who didn’t speak English either, trying to teach me a word here and there, and worrying about my upcoming start of kindergarten, where I would be thrown in with English-speaking children.
My mother's illness went on for eighteen months before it won. Once again, I'd lost a parent and re-shaped the edges of my life to make room for the absence. I attempted to honor my mother by carrying on the Italian traditions she brought when she