Tag: family
The little boat that could
When I was four, my mom and I went to Italy for summer vacation. We stayed in her small town for about one month. It was a typical quiet old country town suspended, uncertainly, between past and present. My mom's childhood home faced onto a gravel courtyard full of bikes and cats, kerchiefed grandmas shelling …
Snippets of Life (from A to Z) “T”
THE LETTER "T" Thin as a twig and touchingly pale; the timeless trademarks that elicit tenderness. Tirelessly she tried to come towards me, as I tirelessly strode away. Too many years apart and two disparate trajectories were the trouble. She was tremendously tenacious, and though terribly flattered, I couldn’t tolerate being tailed twenty-four seven. Terrible …
Manu writes 