Il medico non l'aveva ascoltata. Aveva aspettato troppo a lungo e il bambino era morto dentro di lei prima di nascere. Quando mi raccontarono del figlio che mia nonna aveva dovuto partorire, nato morto, capii meglio quanta sofferenza e ingiustizia ci fossero state in quegli anni. L'Italia del dopoguerra aveva ricostruito i suoi edifici, le sue strade e i suoi ponti, ma la medicina era ancora quella dei paesi di montagna, dove un medico arrogante poteva uccidere un bambino per pura presunzione e accusarlo di errore di calcolo.
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A Family Memoir in Progress — Episode 8: Isabella’s Dad
A shell fragment took away part of his skull and doctors gave him six years to live—he lived eighty-four with a steel plate in his head, carrying inside war stories he told only once, under a pergola in Abruzzo, when he finally found the courage to open doors that had stayed closed for decades.
A Family Memoir in Progress — Episode 7: The First One To Arrive, I’ll Marry
Pina Di Ciaccio had survived a minefield, Nazi soldiers, and years of hunger, but at thirty-two she faced a different kind of battle: marriage not for love, but to avoid living "under the sister-in-law."
A Family Memoir in Progress — Episode 6: Pina, the Land and the War
After Armando's story, it's time for his wife, my grandmother Pina. From a harsh childhood of labor, to a youth that could have ended in illness, or with that Nazi pistol pointed at her heart. Or in the minefield she crossed alone.
A Family Memoir in Progress — Episode 5: Armando’s War
He faced the firing squad three times and never renounced a thing.
The Day I Realized My Thoughts Were Steering the Ship
“What we accomplish today is nothing but the sum of yesterday’s thoughts.We are today where yesterday’s thoughts have brought us, and we will be tomorrow where today’s thoughts will take us.” - Blaise Pascal I didn’t expect that a small memory from ten years ago (November 2015) would hit me with such clarity. Back then … Continue reading The Day I Realized My Thoughts Were Steering the Ship
A Family Memoir in Progress — Episode 4: Armando’s roots
To truly understand who we are, sometimes we have to go back. Not to our memories, but to those of those who brought us into the world. Because our parents weren't born fully formed, ready to raise children. They were children too. They had fears, hunger, hopes. They saw things they never fully told us. Here's the first part of Grandpa Armando's origins.
A Family Memoir in Progress — Episode 3: Isabella’s Childhood
Backcanes and fear stole Isabella's voice. In Gaeta, she found it again with a single word: yes, to a boy at a dance.
“psiq – Salute Mentale – Istruzioni per l’uso”: recensione e highlights
Era lunedì, e avevo deciso di smettere. Non per morale, ma per curiosità. Cinque giorni dopo, il corpo chiedeva la sua dose. Una volta mi accadeva con l'alcol. Più di recente è successo con cannabis, caffé e cellulare. Di lunedì ho iniziato le mie strisce di astinenza. Dopo vari tentativi le ho trasformate in indipendenza. … Continue reading “psiq – Salute Mentale – Istruzioni per l’uso”: recensione e highlights
A Family Memoir in Progress — Episode 2: Osvaldo’s Childhood Adventures
Young Osvaldo was a reckless force of nature who tested every boundary—swimming in freezing March waters at three, stealing coins from a sacred cliff above a deadly precipice, breaking everything he touched, and learning hard lessons through his mother's words rather than her fists. These wild childhood years in 1950s-60s Gaeta revealed a boy with two sides: the devil who caused chaos outside and the jester who made his family laugh at dinner, until shame and consequence began transforming him from demon to lamb.
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