Tag: An Italian Easter

• Happy Easter, World

  To my sister, Teri. I love you, dear. Come, sit awhile in my stony yard, remember with me. Here, in New Mexico, where grass is a rare commodity, one dares not venture outdoors barefoot. But I don’t worry about my feet when my face craves the sunshine. I look up & close my eyes to […]

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  April 21, 2019

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  An Italian Easter, childhood, Easter, memoir, relatives