BENEDETTA’S BREAD Photo Courtesy of Charles Chen 0:00 / 0:00 Benedetta's Bread My grandmother, Benedetta Boccaccio, is about to turn 104 this January. For much of her life, she lived in a Cape Cod on White Street in Hartford, Connecticut. In her 100th year, my grandmother had to leave her little house. She took a […]
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If you have time, please listen to my 3 minute essay Locked in the Loo at the Louvre which just aired on NPR-member station, WVTF: PrumsBathroomAdventures LOCKED IN THE LOO AT THE LOUVRE Photo Courtesy of Calvin Craig 0:00 / 0:00 Locked in the Loo What kind of person travels across Europe seeing splendid sights, eating
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LAST BOY LEAVING 0:00 / 0:00 Last Boy Leaving I’ve been raising children for twenty-eight years and now my last boy is leaving. He’s going off to college. Every morning, since he was little, he’d walk out to the mailbox by the road and bring in the newspaper. As he’d come back
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WHERE IN THE WORLD? 0:00 / 0:00 Where in the World? These days we communicate via cell phone, email, texting, Facebook, Twitter, Skype and who knows what else. Regardless where our children roam, we expect to be able to stay in touch with them. Furthermore, some of us live under the illusion that because we
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NOONA, MY ITALIAN GRANDMOTHER 0:00 / 0:00 Noona When you hear the words, Italian grandmother, what image comes to mind? A cute little old lady, wearing a crisp, white apron, hair tied back neatly in a bun? Maybe she’s smiling beatifically as she carries a plate of pasta and meatballs. She gently urges you to,
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LOST 0:00 / 0:00 Lost Among my family and friends, I’ve earned the dubious distinction of Most Likely to Get Lost. I started on this wayward path early on, most notably on my first job out of college—counseling juvenile delinquents (many violent) at a state mental institution. My boss asked me to attend a mini-wilderness
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O Christmas Tree Photo Courtesy of Morgane Le Breton 0:00 / 0:00 O Christmas Tree Our first Christmas tree was a pine branch stuck into a white plastic milk jug. That fall, we’d been married for only two months when I came down with meningitis. Distracted by my potential imminent demise, my husband Bruce, did
EPIPHANY ON BARRACKS ROAD This is a story about discovering human goodness on a winter day when I felt knee-deep in human crankiness…. “Don’t eat the snow as you wait for the bus!” I shouted early one cold morning, as I pushed two sons out the front door, one to middle and the other to
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GROUNDHOG ON TOP Photo Courtesy of DW at Unsplash 0:00 / 0:00 Groundhog on Top My dad is an easy-going fellow, a lover of peace, except when it comes to his garden. One summer, a groundhog moved into our yard. Each morning, my father awoke to find the remnants a groundhog feast: nibbled bits of
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ARM WRESTLING, A LOVE STORY Photo Courtesy of Angele Kamp 0:00 / 0:00 Arm Wrestling If I’d paid better attention in my high school physics class, I may never have wound up dating and later marrying my dear husband, Bruce. I met Bruce when I when a graduate student at Dartmouth College. One Sunday, his
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