Where They Live/d

Please join me on Saturday October 12th for the West Broadway Neighbored Association’s house tour – Where They Live/d. The Historic Armory District will be featured which is very close to my mother’s childhood home on Marshall Street. I’ll be selling and signing copies of A Girl From the Hill with the Old Crow herself! Click the link for more details. Hope to see you there!


Nov 11- Meet Rhode Island Author Paul Caranci

If you are interested in Rhode Island history, you may have already come across the work of Paul Caranci.  If not, this post by Paul may inspire you to learn more about the author and the topic. He will be at the ARIA 3rd Annual ARIA Book Expo on December 5th.  Stop by and meet him to learn even more about this beautiful, strange state that many of us live in.

Nov. 11 – Meet RI Author Paul F. Caranci

Let’s have a game of tag – answer the questions and tag another blogger…

Thanks to Mandyevebarett’s Blog for including me in this game of tag- here goes…

Matt Damon at a presentation for The Bourne Ul...

Daddy?? Matt Damon at a presentation for The Bourne Ultimatum in Mexico (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What is the working title of your book?
‘A Girl from the Hill:  My Mother’s Journey from Italian Girl to American Woman”

Where did the idea come from for the book?

My mother has been taking down her memories for years, and at first I was just going to type out her journals for her.  But she left out so many details about her own strength and struggles that I didn’t think her notes did her justice.  I felt it was time for her story to be properly told.  In the process I found out a lot about myself, and about the differences and similarities between us.  It’s really been a wonderful adventure in learning and bonding.

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Book Talk & Signing: What Ever Happened to Sunday Dinner by Dr. Edward Iannuccilli


What Ever Happened to Sunday Dinner – and Other Stories

Dr. Ed Iannuccilli has written two great books about growing up as an Italian American in Providence, Rhode Island during the 50’s.  If you’re local it would be well worth it to drop by the PPL to hear him speak.



The Italian American Historical Society of Rhode Island

Federal Hill neighborhood, Providence, Rhode I...

Federal Hill neighborhood, Providence, Rhode Island. Plaza with restaurants off Atwells Avenue (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Italian American Historical Society provides information and entertainment about the Italian American heritage and culture in Rhode Island .  There is more to Rhode Island Italians than Federal Hill and Providence and the society sheds light on it all. They sponsor wonderful events, provide scholarships and are a very active with all things Italian.http://www.iahsofri.org/

A Girl from the Hill – Where it All Began

Holy Ghost – where both my parents and my grandparents got married

Once upon a time there was a skinny little olive-skinned girl with the big dark eyes and long, straight, chestnut hair. Dahlia Lydia Fiore was born in Burrillville, Rhode Island on the Fourth of July in 1924, the eighth of eight children – four boys, four girls. Her father Giovanni came to Providence, Rhode Island, from San Giovanni Incarico, a small Italian village near Naples. Giovanni Fiore farmed. In Italy Giovanni grew vegetables and flowers; roses and dahlias were his specialty. After settling in Providence, getting work farming, he sent for his fiancée, Maria Giovanna Mollo. They married August 3rd, 1903 at Holy Ghost Church on Federal Hill. Continue reading

I’m a Blogger Now

Dahlia Lydia Fiore, Junior High Graduation

Dahlia Lydia Fiore, Junior High Graduation

This is a huge step for me.  A blog.  I am becoming a blogger.  It doesn’t sound pleasant, and I can’t stop thinking of Harry Potter’s Quidich team and the bludgers- those big black iron balls  that try to knock the players off their broomsticks.  My goal here is not to knock anyone off his or her broomstick, but I do hope I leave you with a positive impression and a reason to read, comment and interact with me and others who follow these posts.For the past year and a half I have been working to put together my mother’s memoirs.  I figured the task would be an easy one and would help me get my feet wet in the world of real writing. Not writing that I scribble out on a pad and then shove in a shoe box in the back of my closet, and not writing that I bang out in a fury and then save to a file folder that I’ll never refer to again.  Real, grown up writing.

I’d like to say the experience has been easy, positive and totally rewarding.  But I can’t.  Not totally. Continue reading