From October through December, 2021, I traveled from Palermo, Sicily — the city of my paternal grandfather — to Treviso, Veneto: the origin region of my maternal grandfather.
Read MoreThose first two months I thought you were homeless.
Read MoreIt’s taken me a while to write Part 4, mostly because in telling this story in four parts, I’ve come to believe that Part 4 should signify something conclusive.
Read MoreBelow is the story of Katarina: an elderly woman I encountered twice in Sicily. With no way to contact her, this letter is my way of making sense of what I cannot change, un-see, and un-learn.
Read MoreYou know that children’s book, Roses for Anna? Where all the girl (Anna) wants to do is get a flower for her mom?
Read MoreMarineo is the kind of place the world forgets. Hidden in the mountains, the village sinks between granite while a dainty cross stretches from the town’s peak like an inverted charm on a necklace.
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