Music alone…

When I was a kid, my Italian-American family gathered every night of the Christmas season, each time around a different relative’s table, to eat (mostly), agree (often), disagree (more often), laugh at the same old stories (always), and sing. My cousin’s husband played the guitar; others, the accordion, the harmonica, the piano. I mimicked the Italian […]

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Dear Daddy, meet Lorenzo…

Your birthday, April 12, and Father’s Day went by without so much as a Facebook post.  Sorry about that, but I do have something for you. And it’s much more exciting than you  could imagine. Do you remember, by any chance, the very first time I saw an opera? It was on television, on a Sunday […]

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