The Italy I knew, in the south, where did it go? I remember it taking my breath away as I drove the coastal rode to Sorrento for the first time; as I entered the doomed city of Pompeii; as I sailed into the iridescent Blue Grotto of Capri. Where...
An Open Letter to Dad on Father’s Day
Hi Dad, It’s been awhile…ten years too long. I reached for the phone today. I can still hear your mischievous giggle and every word echoes in my head: 1. As my kitchen cabinet fell this week “You can’t do the right job without the right tool” 2. As I...
