I look at the name of this blog: Domesticity: a noun: home and family life. I am a family of one with a satellite in Portland, Or. Having lived so many years with a voluble and joyfully passionate Italian man, the house is so silent, still, and heavy. Italian phrases aren't shouted across rooms to bounce from ceiling to floor to wall and only outpaced by the man himself. A happy place this was...though trust me, when it got stormy the categories could terrify the most redoubtable storm chasers. We always managed to fall in love all over again.
In bocca al lupo. m (no v)