Category Archives: CONFESSIONS

Confession #7: Hands across the water

I’m not Catholic, and I regard one’s beliefs as highly private despite the trend in American political elections, so this post isn’t about religion per se. It’s about what one religious icon says to me, over and over again, as … Continue reading

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Confession #6: Oh the irony.

I started this blog because I was, at the time, under-employed. Being observant, writing, pondering, and photographing seemed like the best ways to fill my economically-challenged time. These were skills I’d built a career on, but they are my loves … Continue reading

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Confession #5: The way it is today

I’ve been in Italy 13 years this Spring. My dog, whom we got shortly after I got here, is 13 years old. Hobbling. I’m 13 years older than the love-struck young thing who leapt across an ocean. I’ve been 13 … Continue reading

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Confession #4: The risks involved

Dear you (plural), it has been called to my attention by a recent comment I received that blogging—especially this sort of daily blogging—carries risks. Not seismic risks, but small risks of another sort altogether. The first risk is that in … Continue reading

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Confession #3: Tutto or nothing

Sooner or later, you learn that ultimatums aren’t good for relationships. You realize after painful trial and error that your life in a couple isn’t helped by a Bushian sense of axes, “you’re either with me or against me,” or … Continue reading

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Confession #2: Prison and flight

On February 1, an article about Nabokov and his scientific work on butterflies appeared in the New York Times. “Nabokov inherited his passion for butterflies from his parents,” it said. “When his father was imprisoned by the Russian authorities for … Continue reading

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Confession #1: My father’s ashes

I’m afraid I’ve opened the floodgates with “Confessions.” So before returning to milder fare (next stop: focaccia and olive bread in “Taking comfort where you find it”), I’m going to share this—my first confession—with you. A few years ago, my … Continue reading

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