There are losses with funerals and losses without them. On Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day, I’m writing about what we carry before anyone can see it: the love a pregnancy holds, years of carrying grief quietly, and how writing a novella became my way of keeping my mother close.
Biscotti means “twice-cooked.” From Roman marching rations to a Prato baker’s 1858 shop, here’s how Tuscany’s cantucci came to be, and why Benna welcomes every guest with one.
A manuscript I read years ago—unpublished, unagented, sent to me by a writer I’d never met—still echoes in my mind, scene by scene, now and then. I envision the navy peacoat in chapter two. A line of dialogue so ordinary it shouldn’t have mattered, yet it does.
Renaissance erotica wasn’t just scandal. It was satire, rebellion, and wit. Explore how Pietro Aretino’s Dialogues gave women a voice and made Italy blush.