Face the Music

I’m a dancer. Have I ever told you that? It started in me young, this impulse to bounce in perfect…

Awakening

The screams begin sometime around seven in the morning. They pierce through the static of the monitor resting dutifully on…

Home

Home, right now, takes place on the third floor of a building. Every morning before the coffee pot gurgles in…

A Christmas Update

If you’ve got La Capria blood running through your veins (or married someone who does), well, then you know a…

A Calavitta Christmas

Right in-between the “oh, shoot! We’re out of coffee” and the “did you pay the electric bill yet?” we’re trying…