The heart is for giving, but rarely forgiving. Especially when betrayed. But the thought of being deceived in love was… Read more The Heart is For/Giving
The heart is for giving, but rarely forgiving. Especially when betrayed. But the thought of being deceived in love was… Read more The Heart is For/Giving
Like most locales dependent upon seasonal tourism, there is a certain sadness to Sorrento in the winter. Its desolation is… Read more The Sorrows of Sorrento
I used to wonder why so many women I admired in pop culture always felt the need to infantalize themselves.… Read more Understanding the Need to Regress
It wasn’t my intention to find myself yakking out the window of a taxi and screaming, “Sto bene! Sto bene!”… Read more Sto Bene! Sto Bene!
Like the Rockaways or Coney Island, Ostia is not considered a part of the city it is connected to, Rome.… Read more Fulvio in Ostia
From the time I was able to articulate a desire to leave home and be on my own, my mother… Read more Pay My Bill, Build My Life
Rose sat at the bar alone. She was used to that. There was something about her aura that made people… Read more Berlin, Bar
Insanity is transferable. It can slip through the cracks of another’s mind and into yours if you spend enough time… Read more Insanity Is Transferrable
When it comes to eccentric geniuses, the likes of Howard Hughes, Albert Einstein and Nikola Tesla tend to receive far… Read more Jesus & Raimondo
“I’ll-a have-a da spaghetti wit meatball!” Such an incomprehensible mixture of an “urban” inflection paired with a 1950s impersonation of an… Read more Lady & The Tramp & The Perpetuation of a Stereotype