It’s Not a Party ‘Til Somebody Breaks Something

“I don’t see your mother behind us anymore.” I craned my neck around trying to see behind me, waiting for my mom’s car to appear from around a curve on the winding road through the hills between Puglia and Campania, but she didn’t show. I pulled out my phone and saw I had missed aContinue reading “It’s Not a Party ‘Til Somebody Breaks Something”

Family is Family is Family

“What is your name?” the stranger at the door asked eagerly in Italian. To say I was momentarily taken aback is an understatement. I answered the door thinking it was my mother returning from paying the morning street parking fee, and instead was greeted by a dapper grey-haired stranger asking personal information. Them the lightbulbContinue reading “Family is Family is Family”