Nunzia lives and writes in New York.
+ more bio informationThe Last Reconciliation The girl was sitting on the front steps, next to the row of daisies as she looked up at the moon and its cold light on the sleeping houses. She lifted up her hand and let the silvery glow wash over her. She leaped up at every sound, hoping it would be her father's car. He had never been this late befo...
On Turning 40, or The Parable of the Bamboo I'm going to be 40 soon. Never mind how soon, just know it's soon enough. I find myself in the same pitfalls as, I suspect everyone else in my position: Did I make the right decisions? Where do I go from here? Could've. Would've. Should've. As a woman, I throw in a few extras: If s...
Who-Ville They started late. The guy that told him they could use his PA system showed up without an apology a few minutes before they were supposed to go on. Just as well, really. The guitarist broke a string almost as soon as he plugged in. He didn't have a spare set and he scrambled for a replacement. Well, I should tell ...
All I Really Need to Know I Learned While Cleaning My Closets I surprise no one who knows me when I say that I could be more organized. While I have always managed to get the job done, I admit that better organization would make me more efficient and stress-free. Realizing that my life-long habits were a big part of my probl...
Nunzia Falcone
Member since: July 2007
Articles Written: 4