Joanna Clapps Herman’s NOA SONGS
December 11th, 2020 | by Joanna Clapps Herman
This creatura, miracoluccia, piccinina, thislittle, especially against my chest, arms splayed, loosened to comfort, in surrender.
December 11th, 2020 | by Joanna Clapps Herman
This creatura, miracoluccia, piccinina, thislittle, especially against my chest, arms splayed, loosened to comfort, in surrender.
February 28th, 2020 | by Lisa Wilde
In her new book, Quando Sono Italiana/When I am Italian (SUNY press, 2019), Joanna Clapps Herman looks at what it means to be raised as an Italian in America—coming from a culture where, as she writes, “children are more central to life than even food.”
October 13th, 2016 | by Bernadette Murphy
I need you, Mom. Where ARE you? A series of texts scrolls across my phone as I return to cell-phone