So many of my stories begin with those words. I have an incredibly weird memory, especially for numbers and dates.
Sometimes I wonder if how much I dwell on the past is healthy. 475 more words
This morning I sit at my window as a gentle mist wets the street below. The soprano in a nearby apartment is running her scales as the construction workers across the way toil to renovate the gutted 6 story building which I am told will house tourist apartments. 1,074 more words
I love Italian food! That probably goes without saying. Italy is known for its food, so, it’s not surprising that one of the classic things to do in Florence is to take a cooking class. 1,075 more words