“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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My blender is revving up with its loud whir when the door bangs open and my grandson runs in from outdoors. He puts on the brakes barely past the threshold, stops, and covers his ears. I see terror in his big blue eyes and quickly turn to find the little button to stop the loud […]
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“We will be measuring your daughter for a wheel chair at 3:00 this afternoon,” the nurse told me with a cheerful smile on her face. Befuddled images traced vellum pages on my mind. A bridal shop. A pencil line on the kitchen door frame. Stepping paces at a freezing high school track meet. I treasured […]
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