DRING … DRING DRING … DRING DRING … I fumble for the phone in my pocket then peek at the screen and notice it is my wife calling. That’s usually not a good sign. “Hello?” I say. “J was playing... Continue Reading →
This is the story of the Lancia family as told by my grandmother Onoria Lancia. Her memories of the war time years, starting a new life in Asmara, and reflections of 4 generations gone by.
Traveling on choppy seas, Up, down, sideways, endlessly. So a vomit concerto begins.