“Thank you for the sghetti,” the little voice said. My daughter’s hands, folded in prayer sat against the edge of the kitchen table. Those first prayers were so pure and yet so very contrived, for while they searched the entire room for fodder, they droned on and on. Her forehead puckered and her eyes squinted. […]
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When we moved into a tiny Italian village, we gained immediate notoriety as, The American Family. In fact, we were the only Americans in the area. We were an anomaly. I could feel the tension rise every time I stepped into our little corner grocery store. When I pushed open the door, the shopkeepers looked […]
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