Mary-Ellen Galeo had been going to her surgeon since 1985. He often joked about giving her free services after her… Read more Plastic Dinner
Month: November 2015
La Sicurezza della Famiglia
The Roma were always working. From the outside looking in, it appeared as though they weren’t doing anything–mere beggars taking… Read more La Sicurezza della Famiglia
Sono Sylvia (Nella Mia Mente)
I don’t remember the last time I went to Fontana di Trevi. It was some year long before it had been massively… Read more Sono Sylvia (Nella Mia Mente)
Ripped Apart By Lyon
She knew it was coming. The separation between them had been discussed many months in advance, and Adriana was prepared… Read more Ripped Apart By Lyon
You Can’t Walk A Kilometer in My Supergas
Barely a week has passed since my migration to Italy from France. I make my way down to Rome at… Read more You Can’t Walk A Kilometer in My Supergas
The Myth of de Waal Straat
There is a commonly held historical view of Wall Street’s infancy. Before the stock brokers and the finance guys and… Read more The Myth of de Waal Straat
Outcasts Always Mourn
Even though it should feel frigid at this time of year, it does not. I take it as an omen… Read more Outcasts Always Mourn
I’m Neapolitan, Bitch
I get into the cab after arriving at Porta Garibaldi in Milan under the misguided impression that my driver will… Read more I’m Neapolitan, Bitch
A Society Divorced From Marriage
“My parents are still together.” This statement usually draws out disgusted looks at parties and in bars. No one wants… Read more A Society Divorced From Marriage
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