“A show of the summer softness—a contact of something unseen—an amour of the light and air,/ I am jealous and overwhelm’d with friendliness,/ And will go gallivant with the light and air myself.” Walt Whitman, from “The Sleepers” Mom came to visit and we made pasta and swam and ate and we ate and we […]
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Francesco’s Linguine – Cheers to New Chapters
The secret to life is the daily reinvention of the self. Every day that isn’t a default loop tour through the same old choices and scenes is indeed a new day. It will be new whether or not you make it new, so as Auntie Marion once hauntingly whispered in my ear when I told […]