“Who is that?”
No one else was in the room.
“Who, Papa?
“The boy standing there,” he said. He pointed to the corner of the piano room.
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Giuliano De Portu writes a goodbye letter to his friend and inspiration, the famous photographer Jerry Uelsmann. Uelsmann was known for his mind-bending photo art created in darkrooms years before Adobe Photoshop existed … Read more‘Goodbye, my dear friend’

It was still too early for dinner. The sun beamed down on my sweaty, carefree siblings, who negotiated another 10 minutes to squeal on a battered swing set in our backyard. But there she was, lurching her slim frame over the pot of dancing hot oil and chicken. … Read moreWhen food quells grief