I believed that my nonna had powers. In her hometown of Millesimo, nestled in the mountainous interior of Liguria, she was known as “La Bersagliera.” There is a corps in the Italian army called “I Bersaglieri,” a high-mobility light infantry … Continue reading Baci Di Dama or, Ladies’ Kisses.
“I wouldn’t pay the ransom either,” said my father as he punched the open newspaper he was reading at the dinner table. The smack of his hand on the paper startled me. He got up, gulped down his shot of … Continue reading The Ransom
The blade glided downwards as his knuckles rested against it, preventing it from cutting the tips of his fingers. Clumps of sawdust and blood stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I leaned on the glass case with the palm … Continue reading The Butcher
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My father’s heroes were also mine. We watched all of Sergio Leone’s Spaghetti Westerns together and both agreed that the best was “Il Buono, il Brutto, il Cattivo,” “The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.” We were also avid fans … Continue reading Memories of my Italian father
The Sword and the Sparrow 