Tag: stories
There was this girl called Gabrielle. What happened there?
When I spoke to her, which I had to do often, my voice spluttered, and my breath caught and lost itself.
Lunch is served
The locker room, obviously designed for a Western palate, was shocked by the introduction of an avalanche of Southern Mediterranean pre-packaged food from home.
On the way home
On the way home, as usual, I hide under my mother’s large ankle-length coat for as long as I can. It engulfs us both in its woollen warmth. The only way to tell there are two humans inside this cavernous piece of clothing is if you look down where two pairs of shoes stick out.
Off to work we go. My mother and I.
“Teresa, is this your boy?” A large lady in her late 30s bends down to take a piece of my cheek between thumb and forefinger,…
My big brother
Just imagine, for seven years, you are the sole consumer of your parent’s love and attention, plus the unconditional love of your grandparents. (And then I come along. What hope did he have?)
A dairy entry of childhood holidays
I am between 10 to 13 years old, a chubby, soft boy during my summer holidays. This time I’m in Gippsland, Victoria, on a dairy farm owned by the Cascone family who comes from the same small village in Sicily as my family. We’re Paesani.
Hello, Pietro
My father, like my mother, died in 2016. My father died nine months after my mother passed. Having already spoken to my mother, I thought it would also be valuable to speak with Pietro.
Dear God
People often ask me what it feels like to be literally married to something or something that you’ve never seen and never will.
"Think, think, think"
He had always been told by his mother to think before he acted. “Think once, so you don’t have to think twice” she had said….