1989
That summer of 1989 was distinguished by a philosophy of carpe diem and a Faustian desire to learn. We were young. We were far from home....
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manuwrites
Apr 22, 20223 min
CHAPTER IV – PATIENCE
The forest, when bare, reveals all. A few days ago, we discovered, leaning over the parapet of our terrace, that there is a log cabin,...
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manuwrites
Apr 15, 20222 min
The 1600 year old Beauty
Footsteps echo on the ancient ciotolo as you wind your way through her alleys; a mouse in a maze. During high season as you approach her...
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manuwrites
Mar 22, 20222 min
Fog in a Jar
Photo by Ruvim There is a bar in Italy called the Kyrie Eleison (“Lord, Have Mercy”). Unique to it, as anticipated by the name, is an...
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manuwrites
Nov 12, 20212 min
False friends – the vocabulary kind
While studying in Italy (as a young high school student) I visited the local grocery shop and ordered prosciutto and panini to take back...
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manuwrites
May 21, 20213 min
He
The church in the main square is emptying out and the bars and cafes are filling up on a shimmery Sunday in early Spring. Linda is on...
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manuwrites
May 18, 20211 min
Snippets of Life (from A to Z) “E”
THE LETTER “E” Encircled by an ocean of green, our house emerges from the treetops, ephemeral and effortlessly floating above the...
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manuwrites
Apr 30, 20216 min
CHAPTER II – CONNECTIONS
A bulky builder with huge working hands, fingers thick as sausages and cracked skin (the sort of hands that Tina Modotti would...
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manuwrites
Mar 21, 20215 min
CHAPTER I – REMINISCING
I sat down over two hours ago, but so far…nothing. Scribble pad still virgin, computer screen still blank. “Shout if you need anything.”...
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