Ciao!

Way back in 1957, my first poem was published in the Massapequa Public School District’s mimeographed newsletter. I was eight years old, and it was a beaut, all about the horrors of April Fool’s Day. That shot of mini celebrity set me on my path as a writer and confirmed neurotic. The Italian part came later. After considering careers in both music and psychology, I settled on getting a fairly useless degree in English Literature and became an author, poet, playwright, blogger, ad exec, journalist, and business writer.

 

I have three books to my name so far: Becoming Italian: Chapter & Verse from an Italian American Girl, Up at the Villa: Travels with my Husband, and Journey of a Returning Christian: Writing into God (I love subtitles). After my mother died when I was 40 years old, I wrote a three-character play called Things I Never Told My Mother, which helped me through it.  And my oldest friend in the world, Barbara Worton, and I coauthored the choreopoem If I’m Talking, Why Aren’t You Listening?, which has been produced twice in the NYC area and once at the BCA Theatre in Boston.

 

A proud member of the Italian American Writers Association, my writing has been featured in Ovunque Siamo, VIA: Voices in Italian Americana, Touchstone, Tampa Review, South Florida Poetry Review, Vermont Voices I and II, and Poeti italo-americani e italo-canadesi. I am a contributing writer and Copy Editor for Abruzzissimo Magazine and write occasionally for The Adventures of The Baker’s Daughter.

 

I live in Peterborough, New Hampshire and Sulmona (Abruzzo), Italy with my long-suffering husband, Tim, and Lexie, the Wonder Poodle.