The Plural of Moose

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.

Finding Filomena

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