I began writing Letters To My Mother in 1978 when the events that inspired the story were fresher
in my mind than they are now, more than 30 years later. As the novel was nearing completion, I got busy with other projects and put the manuscript in a box. I always intended to go back and finish the book, but life got in the way. Nine years ago, following retirement, my husband and I and our two cats went to Italy to study Italian (we studied; the cats - being cats - mostly slept); we'd intended to stay six months at the most, but la dolce vita seduced us and we ended up purchasing a home in a small town about 100 miles north of Rome. When our household effects arrived from the U.S., I found the pile of computer printouts and hand-written notebooks that constituted my copy of Letters and went into a frenzy of rewriting; the result is here.
In Italy we enjoy traveling, bicycling, calcio (soccer) - and eating!