Journey

Little Italy

An echo of my Italian sojourn in 2010, my feet ached terribly the day that I met John, Enrica and …

Shots Fired

When I originally pictured Southie, my impressions were populated by Good Will Hunting and Mystic River. It felt dark and …

At Home in the South End

Between the family we’re born into and the one we forge for ourselves, there’s a special layer of friends made …

Red Brick Road

The search for my American roots begins in Boston: Beantown, Cradle of Liberty, City on a Hill, the Hub, the …

Cradle of Liberty

Red bricks laid from Hahvahd to Southie Catch tea party spills, home runs, gunshells and cannolis, calling Minutemen to arms …

Bottom of the Ninth

I choked up when a fourteen-year-old girl sang the Star Spangled Banner this afternoon. I’m not sure why; I’ve never …

Before the Crash of ’12

In a handful of subtleties, Nashville reminds me of other American cities. With my window open in the evening, I’m …

Silver

The thing is, I want to like Nashville, but my time here has been hard. I feel like I should …

Nashville

From my passing car I see row houses, stone cottages and antebellum mansions Outside, sultry breezes make waves near my …

Stepping Outside the Circle

In a single lane, hundreds of us traveled upwards, leaving our worries behind in Washington as we passed a small green sign that read, “Now entering Oregon.” No passports or security checkpoints, only a humble welcome. As I eased onto Highway 30W, the road twisted and turned, making my heart race, especially when taken at 60 miles per hour. I thought, “This is the farthest I’ve ever driven alone.”

Monoliths

Ancient foundations Monoliths and mankind stand Defiant in the wind

Cannon Beach

The sound of water is everywhere here… in the mist as it sprinkles my face, the tinkling scale of a …

The New Year

Over the past few years, my family’s annual holiday excursion to Old Tony’s on the Redondo Beach Pier has become …

Long Time No See

Upon waking on our last morning together, Venice took a collective sigh, shrugging off her heavy humidity in favor of …

Venice Revisited

There are places that a camera simply can’t go, sensations impossible to capture, moments never meant to be preserved except …

City of Memories

Like many things, the hoarse honking of donkeys is the stuff of memories in Civita. Everything here is comprised, in …

The Journey Back

They say that you can’t go home again, but in some ways, that’s exactly what I’ve done. During my reunion …

The Hero’s Journey

Last month, I flew to Detroit to visit my Uncle Buddy, the first time back home in 20 years. He was battling …