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Joan Leotta

Cousinly Love

By Joan Leotta

On summer Saturday nights in Pittsburgh, in the years before air-conditioning, we often ate dinner at Aunt Mary’s house on Callowhill Street. I always chose to sit next to my cousin Diane. Older than me by four years she was my idol – smart, beautiful and, well, my idol. She was my best friend. She […]

The Golden Triangle

By Joan Leotta

“The Golden Triangle” I speak of is the mass of golden day lilies that filled the corner of my yard when I was growing up. These visual harbingers of summer’s start were, and are still, a tangible remembrance of my mother. Bright, showy, hardy, lovely beyond expectation in their June prime. The autumn after I […]

The BIG Box

By Joan Leotta

The BIG Box

By age eight, I had already learned one of life’s hard truths. Christmas gifts for little brothers come in BIG boxes. Big sisters receive only medium and small boxes, whether from Santa or Mom and Dad. By then, I suspected that the Christmas morning stockings and presents were also from my parents. To be honest, […]

To Fly

By Joan Leotta

To Fly

Domenico Modugno sold me my first car. Although a Northern Virginia Chrysler Plymouth salesman pocketed the commission, all the work of convincing me to buy the car was done by Modugno’s award winning song, Volare. The rolling lyrics of this ballad about love, achieving one’s dreams, and the simple freedom of dreaming one’s way into […]