The last time I saw Edoardo Ponti, he was thirteen years old. I was working as a publicist for the CBS Television Network, and spent some time with him and his older brother Carlo on a set in Toronto over several hot summer days. We chatted about young boy things, […]
I must read. It’s not a choice, it’s never been a choice. It’s who I am. As I write this, I am surrounded by books, spilling from shelves to floor. Some of the piles are categorized, some haphazard, but it doesn’t matter. Most times, if I want a book, I […]