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Day 18 – His sweater
Many of you know that my husband died recently. I can write it in a sentence and it sounds so matter of fact. You can meet me and talk to me, and you’d never know what it’s like inside of my head. Widows (and widowers) can smile and laugh, many young widows carry on with…
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Day 15 – Il Fioraio – The Flower vendor
In 2006 Donald and I made two friends in Naples; Lucia and Alfonso. They are the parents of a good friend of ours, and they were conveniently just our age. When we needed a place to stay in Naples, they found a friend who rents an apartment. When our bags came up missing from the…
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Day 14 – Stazione Centrale – Napoli
Italy is known for its beautiful women. Naples is no exception. My husband took lots of pictures of pretty girls, here are a couple that were waiting along with us for a bus. I will never forget that day; we planned to spend a weekend in Puglia with some friends. There was a bus that…
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Zio Totò a most memorable person
In 1989, with the proceeds of my husband’s $800 bonus check, I went with my mother to Italy. We stayed in Rome for a week, and then we took a quick trip to Sersale, a small town in Calabria where my grandfather was born, and we stayed there just 24 hours. The trip to Calabria…
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Selfie – word of the year
Time for a new self portrait. I like my hair with a bit of henna, and just colored it so was inspired to paint the only person in the house. I love to do portraits but it is unusual for me to have the opportunity to paint from life. With a nod to Rembrandt, this…