Marie N. D'Andrea

One of the last times I spoke with Aunt Marie, she was recovering from a hip surgery. Although several years of Alzheimer's had claimed part of her memory, part remained and she answered the phone with a concerned, Michele, what's going on, addressing me as if I were the one lying in the hospital bed. Our conversation was unusually brief, but I knew she remembered me when we started talking about food the universal language of love for all Italians. How is the food at the hospital? I...