Meeting Louise DeSalvo

Meeting Louise DeSalvo

The level of anxiety was growing foolishly, and it took me some time to convince my brain and then my body that this time we were there only to see a Nutritionist.  Hello, can I help you? the nurse greeted me with a smile Yes, 16.30, Doctor A. I remember thinking...
Waste

Waste

Waste Here in Italy, news on paper or TV is scaring us with apocalyptic predictions for next Autumn. No Russian Gas to heat our homes, water rationing, skyrocketing fuel prices, and our economy is going back decades. As I live in Rome, how can I not add to this...
Rome, in love forever

Rome, in love forever

  Rome, in love forever I can’t remember one time in my life when I was not in love with Rome. When we left Rome to immigrate to the U.K., I was five and begged my parents more than once to keep their promise: they had ensured we would return to Rome in...
love,hate and feminism

love,hate and feminism

I hate men by Pauline Harmange Suppose one day you start thinking that the heterosexual couple exists only to provide a housekeeper for men, and you keep asking yourself why women think they can’t live without a man. If that’s the case, I hate men by Pauline Harmange...
The Waves

The Waves

Déjà vu This morning while I had my daily walk along the main road of my neighbourhood, a young lady in her twenties walked by me in the other direction. She captured my attention for more than one reason. She had a beautiful smile, the kind of smile that comes from...