The Italians carry a frenzy of living, an unorganized nature of existence. On the plane ride to Germany I looked down at Italy. I saw orderly fields of fading yellows and browns stretching over and into cities where I am convinced not a single straight line exists after being on...

Porter my six year old was born tender and sentimental. He often turns to me in moments of love or sadness and says to me with tear brimmed eyes, "Mom does that make you feel like crying?" To which I always say, "Yes."  Then his eyes spill over and he...