It was just a year ago… On March 12, 2020… A survivor’s story…

It was a year ago that I left my work at the end of my shift with an injured shoulder… The day after, I went to see an acupuncturist to relieve my pain. When I returned home from the doctor, I felt exhausted and went to rest. I woke up a couple of hours after that with a high fever… It was right then that my life changed… I could not have fathomed what the next months ahead would bring and that my life, and the life of all the people around me, was going to be changed forever.

The suspect that Covid19 could have been the cause of my fever was there, so from that moment I stayed in isolation in my bedroom. I was lucky I had a bathroom next to what became my quarantine room and no one else needed to use it, since we had a full bath on the lower level of the house. Soon the fever was lower but constant, and a slight cough persisted. Being that I was in bed most of the day, I believed that the sharp pain I felt in my back was due to lack of proper movement until I realized that it didn’t matter how and if I moved: the pain was not leaving me.

My daughter brought me to the emergency room in the Bronx on the 14th, and the situation in the hospital was chaotic. They saw me and determined that I probably had the flu… Strike One. They had no way to test me. I went home discouraged and distraught that I was causing so much mayhem to my family.

At that point I slept more during the day than at night, with the pain in my shoulder being only one of the many symptoms. I forgot altogether that I had injured myself, and my breathing started to be a little unpredictable…

 On the 15th,my daughter arranged for me to see a doctor at Stamford Hospital and to get tested. The doctor determined that I probably had the flu. Strike two… They let me go home…

 I waited patiently at home for a result of the test, to no avail. On the 17th, my daughter, ever a loving veterinarian, auscultated my chest and determined there was fluid in my lungs. She brought me back to Stamford Hospital, where they admitted me with pneumonia and the presumption that I had Covid19. I finally was tested for the virus.

 The isolation room in the hospital was comfortable and had a marvelous view. The food was excellent; one could order from a menu and it would have felt like a vacation, other than I felt horrible and someone kept on injecting my chest with an anticoagulant… Being alone did not help. I had with me my tablet and received many calls via Messenger, Whatsup, and Facetime. If I didn’t know better I would have taught that I had become popular… Kidding apart, the contact with the outside world through those calls gave me strength beyond any medications or nourishment. I really was lucky. Both my family and friends kept in touch, Calls arrived from NYC, Florida, and Italy…The disease, even though not confirmed yet by any testing results, was definitely triggered by the infamous virus that was becoming a pandemic…

My health improved. My body was fighting it out with the virus and was winning… After five days of hospitalization I was tested again, and then released. I was feeling a little better by now, even though the pain in the back and the shoulder was still strong and the cough persisted. One unusual item was that I had not lost either my capability to taste food or my appetite. Then again, I had not lost my appetite even twenty years before when I was fighting cancer and dealing with chemotherapy and radiation therapy…

So, here I was, quarantined in my own bedroom, fearful of infecting my loved ones and wondering whether my world had gone crazy. Is this how the people who had to deal with pandemics or epidemic situations of the past lived their lives? No, I was lucky. I had a TV in my room, plenty of stuff to read, a laptop computer to use and much appetite (yes, as I said, that never really subsided). I don’t believe that people in the past had all these luxuries while in the midst of the Spanish flu or the plague… Most of all, though, I had people who cared, who loved me and feared for my life, who kept me from letting my fears take over…

 Yes, I was lucky, but we all wanted to confirm that what had happened to me was what I, my family and the doctors suspected. The results of the two previous tests, though, were not available yet. Strike three.

By the 30th of March, my daughter was able to arrange for me to get tested again, this time in Westchester. We drove there. I had double masked and wore gloves and prayed that this was not going to be the cause of contagion for my daughter, who had sacrificed the last twenty days to assist my wife with my care. The procedure was smooth and two days after the results confirmed that I was positive for Covid19. I should say ‘still positive’, but at that point only one result was available and did not know what happened to the previous tests.

I stayed in isolation for the next fifteen days, always harboring the fear of contagion to others. I realize now the psychological stress and the type of work it involved for my wife and my daughter to keep me from spreading the disease to the rest of the house… By the following week the first two results finally arrived and confirmed our suspects. Wow, thank God I did not rely on those test to know whether I was infected or not! The brain remained foggy and the pains were still there, and it took another couple of months before they faded away, although at times sharp pains to the chest still come uninvited even today, after a year, as a reminder of what was.

Yes, it was a year ago… I still feel pains in my right shoulder, but it has been determined that it was a tear in the ligament and not Covid19 that caused that. I guess it will never go away completely, an eerie souvenir of that period, unrelated to Covid19, but still tied to it as a memory. I also cannot hear the music theme of NCIS without a flutter to the heart since I had the opportunity to watch all the old episodes on TV in my room during my isolation.

Yeah, and my daughter’s dog, Bunny, now follows me everywhere, and I mean everywhere. She was not allowed to enter my room for over two months and it must have caused a trauma of sorts that triggered what is now an anxiety issue tied to my presence, or lack of. It’s amazing to see how sensitive animals are to their environment. It is almost funny to see her follow every step I take with a serious expression, always making sure that I do not leave the room without her…

 The difficult part of having lived this nefarious event it’s not having been sick or isolated, being in fear of getting other people sick or even maybe dying. The difficult part to accept is that the world is not the same anymore… More than half a million people died of this disease. A nation as mighty as the USA was placed on its knees by a virus and our lives have changed, and not for the better. We are not at peace. We live in a sci-fi movie atmosphere, walking around wearing masks, fearing each other‘s closeness, and hiding back in our houses as soon as we can. Even worse than that, we are now divided as a nation.  Yes, divided. I am not going to pass a judgment on who is responsible and how this situation was triggered. So much has already been said by so many…

All I know, for sure, is that divided we don’t stand, we fall.

And yes, it was just a year ago…

“Discovering Columbus” revisited…

It has been only 12 years since the “Discovering Columbus” exhibit was opened to the public in Columbus Circle, NYC. It was a triumph at the time and now we have to hear people wanting to remove the statue or attempting to destroy the reputation of that great navigator. I reprint here the article that appeared at the time on L’Idea, Brooklyn Downtown Star, Queensledger, LIC/Astoria Journal, Glendale Register, Leader-Observer, Forst Hill Times, Glendale Register, Queens Examiner, and Greenpoint Star magazines.

Everyone can see how the situation has changed, but it is our responsibility as American citizens, and especially as Italian Americans, to uphold the right that Christopher Columbus detains to be honored in our society and to be an ever-present icon in our history textbooks.

Don’t let ignorant and unprepared people tell you otherwise on this great man, who deserves continuing recognition for having opened the opportunity for this land to become, even with all the defects it may have, the America we love and cherish.

By Tiziano Thomas Dossena

“A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for visitors to experience a beloved New York City Monument like never before”. This is how the Public Art Fund, which commissioned the large-scale temporary art installation (September 20th to November 18th) around the historical monument by Gaetano Russo, in Columbus Circle, has defined Tatzu Nishi’s Discovering Columbus.

The author at the “Discovering Columbus Exhibit”. Photo Copyright 2012 Tiziano Thomas Dossena

It may be so: Nishi’s artwork will center on the sculpture of the famous explorer, providing a ‘living room’, equipped with all the proper furnishings of a common American living room and supported by metal scaffolding, which will allow viewing the statue up close, a really unique experience. Visitors will be able to distinguish the details of that statue, his features, his clothing and of course his gaze to the “New World” ahead, which are hard, if not impossible, to determine and appreciate from the ground, seventy feet below. Large, loft-style windows will also consent to the visitors a dramatic view of Central Park and Midtown Manhattan, making this occurrence truly a “once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
Nicholas Baume, Public Art Fund Director and Chief Curator, ardently promoted this wonderful Art installation, and explained the origins of this project: “When Tatzu first visited New York City, he became fascinated with the statue. He realized that despite its central location the Columbus statue is barely visible, a solitary figure hiding in plain sight atop a column some 70 feet in the air. Tatzu felt it was time to give Columbus an apartment of his own, with Central Park views, and to throw an open house to which all of New York City is invited

The structure built around the base of the statue to enable people to visit the exhibit. Photo Copyright 2012 Tiziano Thomas Dossena

.” According to Baume, therefore, Tatzu “recontextualizes those different elements and creates almost a kind of surreal experience of something that is perhaps very familiar but that has become unfamiliar or is discovered in a new way through his work of art.” It is a revelation of something that is hiding in plain sight.
Another positive aspect of this project is that the statue and the pedestal will have the opportunity to be clean for the occasion.
The plan is to have 100,000 people climb up the stairs to behold from up close this marvelous sculpture, 50 persons at a time. To avoid long lines, tickets , which are free, will be available, as of the first days of September, at:, and at Columbus Circle after the official opening of the installation on September 20th. This will allow visitors to see the statue by “appointment”, since the tickets will be timed (access to the public will be between 10 am and 9 pm).

Columbus Circle’s view from the statue. North direction. Photo Copyright 2012 Tiziano Thomas Dossena
Columbus Circle’s view from the statue. South direction. Photo Copyright 2012 Tiziano Thomas Dossena

The problems with the project that the organizers have addressed are the installation’s safety, proper access for the handicapped, traffic snags caused by visitors, and the protection of the statue itself. One unforeseen issue, though, seems to be the reaction of some Italian Americans who say that instead of discovering Columbus, the creator is disrespecting him, to which Nicholas Baume responded: “It’s not about disrespecting, it’s about focus and attention to the great statue, and putting it into the context of the contemporary artist’s vision.”
We fully agree with Mr. Baume’s view and look forward to visiting this marvelous art installation.
As Mayor Bloomberg declared: “This fall, New York City will rediscover Christopher Columbus in a new and exciting way, thanks to the creativity of Tatzu Nishi.”

Photo Copyright 2012 Tiziano Thomas Dossena

Announcing the publication of “A Feast of Narrative, an Anthology of short stories by Italian American Writers, Volume Three”

“A Feast of Narrative Volume Three,” which has been published shortly after Volume Two, contains a very interesting amalgam of different stories and authors. What is common, other than their belonging to the same ethnic group, is the validity of their content and the message they send to the readers. Some stories are funny commentaries on social gatherings of some kind, wakes included, or heartwarming fables, while others address different topics with a more somber tone, such as the constant search for our roots, the worn-out emotions of illegal immigrants, growing up in a large city, the Covid19 crisis, and so on. Regardless of the topic, these writers prove that passion for writing is another element they have in common with each other. This is their message and it proves that having them together in this anthology is the proper decision.

This anthology includes stories by Cynthia Herbert-Bruschi Adams, Bill Aiello, Lucia Antonucci, Angelo Bummer, Maria Teresa De Donato, Debbie DiGiacobbe, Dave Di Lillo, Mike Fiorito, Cecilia Gigliotti, Joe Giordano, Thomas Locicero, LindaAnn LoSchiavo, Anthony Michael Malara, Maria Massimi, Steve Piacente, Paul Salsini, Marylouise Serrato, Stephen Siciliano, Mark Spano, John Suriano, Tim Tomlinson, Bob Trotta, Leo Vadalà, and Elizabeth Vallone.

Intervista con la storia su Un Anno e Un Giorno…

Ecco una simpatica intervista fatta da Ornella Dallavalle nel suo blog a me e a mio padre (ipotetica)…

Intervista con la storia: Tiziano Thomas Dossena e Emilio Giuseppe Dossena

Il progetto è nato per sensibilizzare e raccontare il periodo di pandemia mondiale che stiamo vivendo.  Chiederemo aiuto a personaggi illustri del passato, a quelle donne e a quegli uomini che hanno fatto la storia.  Ascoltare la loro voce ci permetterà di riflettere e forse ci  aiuterà ad affrontare questo periodo con maggior consapevolezza e saggezza. Sarà la persona intervistata a scegliere il suo ‘mentore’ e a farci ascoltare la sua voce, dopo aver passato almeno una settimana insieme a lei/lui attraverso letture, visioni di video, ricerche. I mentori potranno avere pareri discordanti, addirittura opposti, non siamo qui per giudicarli ma per ascoltare la loro voce, per capire cosa ci direbbero se fossero qui, ora, con noi. Oggi abbiamo con noi Tiziano Thomas Dossena e il suo mentore Emilio Giuseppe Dossena.
Tiziano Thomas Dossena è nato a Milano dove ha vissuto per i primi sedici anni della sua vita. Emigrato con i genitori in America, ha completato il liceo e conseguito tre lauree prima di ritornare in Italia nel 1978, a studiare medicina. Per alcuni anni ha diretto un’azienda di esportazioni di materiale medico sanitario ma, alla morte del padre, è tornato negli USA, dove ha conseguito altre due lauree e ha iniziato a dirigere la rivista L’Idea Magazine, attività che porta avanti da oltre trent’anni. Tiziano ha anche fondato le riviste OperaMyLove e OperaAmorMio e ha vinto molti premi letterari, sia come giornalista sia come poeta. Ama l’Italia e per questo cerca di far conoscere le attività degli italiani all’estero: scrivendo articoli, pubblicando libri (è il direttore editoriale della casa editrice Idea Press) e gestendo un network nel quale gli italoamericani possano fiorire. Tiziano ha scelto come mentore il padre perché fu proprio lui a spingerlo a scrivere e ad amare l’arte in generale, oltre ad offrirgli un esempio essenziale su come l’essere umano debba comportarsi in una società.
Emilio Giuseppe Dossena è nato a Cavenago d’Adda (ai tempi nella provincia di Milano e ora in quella di Lodi) nel 1903. Dopo essersi laureato all’Accademia di Brera si appassiona a diverse forme di espressione artistica. È conosciuto non solo per i suoi quadri ma anche per le sue decorazioni (Villa Necchi, Villa Invernizzi, il Circolo dei Dadi, la Terrazza Martini, ecc.), per i suoi restauri (nel 1965-66 restaurò tutti gli affreschi del castello di Parrano, in Umbria) e le sue poesie.
Nel 1968 si trasferì a New York, dove visse per otto anni, lavorando come restauratore per lo studio Berger (che serviva il Metropolitan Museum di New York e altri musei nazionali) ed esponendo le sue opere in varie gallerie statunitensi, con grande successo di vendita. Le opere del periodo newyorchese si distinguono per la vivida colorazione e per la tendenza  neo-espressionistica. Ritornò a Milano nel 1976 e l’Italia fece riemergere la sua vena neo-impressionista, ma con una colorazione legata all’esperienza americana. Negli ultimi anni di vita si dedicò anche alla scrittura di poesie.

Se Emilio Giuseppe Dossena oggi fosse qui:

  1. Metterebbe la mascherina? Se sì, la metterebbe per proteggere sé stesso o per proteggere gli altri?
  • Non ci sono dubbi che la mascherina sarebbe stata parte essenziale della mia nuova vita. Ho sempre tenuto conto delle necessità altrui prima di compiere qualsiasi azione. Proteggere gli altri è essenziale nella nostra vita, nella nostra società; non siamo esseri isolati e indipendenti e proprio per questo sentiamo un impulso di protezione verso gli altri, a volte anche a costo della nostra vita. In fondo, la mascherina non è un grande sacrificio…
  1. Scaricherebbe l’app Immuni? Accetterebbe un controllo sugli spostamenti degli individui? Starebbe a distanza dai propri simili? Baratterebbe la sua libertà per una forma di sicurezza?
  • Sono vissuto in tempi nei quali il computer era agli albori e il telefonino era un telefono ‘gigantesco’. Non so se avrei la pazienza di giocare con le app. Il controllo degli individui è una necessità dettata dalla situazione e io non posso negare l’efficacia dei risultati dell’utilizzo di Immuni ma, in gioventù, ho sempre combattuto contro qualsiasi forma di limitazione della libertà personale. Sono un artista, per me la libertà è la cosa più importante. Vorrei però specificare che c’è un po’ di confusione a proposito della percezione di ciò che è la libertà. Essere liberi non vuol dire far sempre ciò che si vuole. Ci sono sempre state delle restrizioni nella vita: a volte poste dalla natura, a volte dal sistema governativo locale. Servono per proteggerci da situazioni che possono farci del male. Non è niente di nuovo e lamentarci perché non possiamo andare di qui o di là non aiuta nessuno. Certo la situazione può diventare pesante, ma dobbiamo tenere sempre conto del bene comune.
  1. Si sarebbe sentito disorientato in questo momento? In cosa avrebbe sperato per il futuro? Cosa ci direbbe? Cosa farebbe?
  • Siamo tutti disorientati da questo virus che ha causato tanti morti, tanti problemi e degli immensi danni economici. Come potrei non essere disorientato se mi obbligassero a non vedere i miei figli e i miei nipoti? Oppure senza poter andare a dipingere un quadro in campagna? A tutto c’è una soluzione, però. Posso sempre dipingere una natura morta oppure scrivere una poesia…E poi adesso, con la tecnologia che abbiamo, ci si può vedere grazie ai telefonini e ai computer… Tutte queste paure mi ricordano i tempi della Spagnola, quando persi il mio fratellino, che morì proprio davanti a me… Anche allora furono tempi difficili per tutti. Orribili, direi. Il futuro non è altro che un presente differente, in continua evoluzione. Spero si riesca a trovare un vaccino e che la vita torni ad un ritmo normale. Niente di più. Mi auguro inoltre che tutti questi problemi non vengano politicizzati perché non si può far politica sulla vita delle persone. La politica non è filosofia, anche se si può basare su di essa, ma è azione legata a degli ideali comuni.
  1. Cosa definirebbe scuola? Accetterebbe la didattica a distanza?
  • Io sono un uomo semplice e definisco scuola il luogo nel quale posso apprendere ciò che è necessario per poter far parte, in modo costruttivo, della società. La didattica a distanza è molto interessante ma non è niente di nuovo anche se cercano di farla apparire così. In Australia, dove la popolazione è distribuita su ampie zone, usano da molti anni questo tipo di approccio: hanno iniziato con le radiotrasmittenti e poi con i computer, ottenendo ottimi risultati. Ci sono dei vantaggi: lo studente può rivedere la lezione più volte e così capirla meglio, ma anche degli svantaggi: il principale è la mancanza di contatto sociale sia con gli altri studenti sia con l’insegnante, è questo è un grosso limite da superare. C’è poi da considerare l’ambiente famigliare che non è uguale per tutti, quindi, a volte, questo approccio non è molto valido, bisogna ben valutare le situazioni. Lo smart-working funziona molto bene, chiedetelo pure a mio figlio che lo usa costantemente…
5. E tu Tiziano, cosa pensi di quello che sta succedendo? Quale pensiero ci regali oggi?
  • Vorrei poter filosofare a proposito della realtà che stiamo vivendo ma qui, negli Stati Uniti, stiamo soffrendo della insostenibile situazione politica che, sfortunatamente, lascia una grande impronta sulla sanità pubblica e sulla salute in generale. Con un presidente che ancor oggi si vanta di non usare la mascherina, organizza manifestazioni durante le quali le norme di sicurezza e di distanza non sono rispettate, si fa fatica a pensare che il prossimo futuro porti buone notizie. Io mi sono ammalato di Covid 19 a marzo. Sono stato fortunato più di altri e ne posso parlare ma la mia famiglia ha passato un periodo non proprio bello a causa di questo virus. Mi duole pensare che la gente sia così ignorante da credere che siccome c’è il sole il virus non c’è più e tutto ritorna come prima automaticamente. Vorrei avere più fiducia negli esseri umani ma sono deluso dall’atteggiamento di molti anche se, qui a New York, la gente si comporta abbastanza bene in riferimento alla mascherina e a tutto il resto. I disordini sociali legati alla violenza contro le minoranze hanno aggiunto altra confusione e, nonostante siano più che motivati, non sono veramente mirati ad un cambiamento sociale, ma portano a dividere ancor più la popolazione. Distruggere la statua di un generale confederato può anche essere simbolico, ma distruggere la statua di Cristoforo Colombo è solo una sfida alla comunità italo-amaericana che è sempre stata a fianco delle minoranze. Le azioni che dovrebbero portare a dei cambiamenti positivi irritano e inimicano altri gruppi etnici e non ottengono nulla di fatto. Perché parlo di questo in relazione al Covid 19? Perché  l’isolamento, la quarantena, la perdita del lavoro, a volte la perdita dei propri cari hanno lasciato una profonda ferita nella psiche delle minoranze e non, e i fatti di violenza che affiorano sono anche parte di questa tensione che, chiaramente, è nell’aria a lo sarà per molto. In un altro momento, la gente avrebbe reagito, sì, ma non in questo modo. Il virus ha anche questa responsabilità… sta portando ad una divisione sociale che non è né piacevole né costruttiva, specialmente con una classe politica che butta benzina sul fuoco…

Submissions are open for Volume Two of the Anthology of Italian American Writers (Short Stories)



Idea Press ( has recently published Volume One of “A Feast of Narrative, an Anthology of Short Stories and Creative Nonfiction by Italian American Writers” and is accepting submissions for Volume Two of the Anthology, which will consist of short stories only (fiction).

Submission guidelines

To be able to participate to the contest, the writer has to have at least one parent of Italian origins. Only short stories will be accepted; no creative nonfiction. One or two stories may be submitted. If a story, or both, will be accepted, a short biography will be required (maximum 150 words).

Manuscripts should be in Microsoft Word, single-spaced, in Times New Roman size 12 font, and of a maximum of 6,000 words for each story.

No entry fee is required. The stories chosen will become part of the anthology and one copy of the book will be sent free of cost to each participant accepted.

The deadline for submission is September 1st, 2020.


The manuscripts may be sent to


A reading of LindaAnn LoSchiavo’s “The bones of the hospital”

Here follows a magnificent poem by my friend LindaAnn LoSchiavo, read by me. Click this link to the reading

The Bones of the Hospital
(Le ossa dell’ ospedale)

We’re making a novena for grandpa.
I stumble on words like leukemia,
Don’t understand bone marrow transplanting.

Before my father goes to donate his,
We’re having bone soup. “It’s nutritious food,”
Explains my mother. But the real reason’s
Because we’re broke, my classmates like to taunt.

I wonder if physicians will respect
Grandpa if neighbors hate poor foreigners
Like us, whose kitchen windows don’t emit
Aromas of expensive T-bone steaks.

Dad’s rich in health, the closest match. He sighs,
Vado in ospedale!” Miracles
Depend on faith but don’t discriminate.

One time in Stromboli, a ledge gave way,
Eruptions tearing up the crust beneath
His feet, and nonno reached out for tree bones,
Dangled all night till rescuers arrived.

Volcanoes are impartial. Which divine
Did grandpa put in charge of destiny?

Disease erupts like blowholes. Lava’s kind
To crops — — then turns destructive hot-spot god.

Perhaps le ossa dell’ ospedale
Are saints that guard red wards of surgery,
Restore the safe ground under human feet.

Strong bones of hospitals exist in dreams,
Protecting patients, blocking the cold room
Where promise goes, supplying nourishment.

Dad visits gramps. Hope is a fire revived.
Marrow’s like monks who chant for his to rise.


LindaAnn LoSchiavo is a dramatist, writer, and formalist. Her poetry chapbooks Conflicted Excitement (Red Wolf Editions, 2018), Concupiscent Consumption (Red Ferret Press, 2020), and A Route Obscure and Lonely (Wapshott Press, 2020), along with her collaborative book on prejudice (Macmillan in the USA, Aracne Editions in Italy), are her latest titles. She is a member of the Dramatists Guild and SFPA.

Introducing myself… and the writer’s world.

I have been writing from forever, but time has been my major constraint since I always had a job (or two) unrelated to the writing world.  However, I always dedicated every free minute that I could afford without straining my family life to writing.

cover Sunny fornewwebsitedossenaMy early work was mostly technical since I operated in Italy as an export agent in the medical/dental field and wrote many articles and essays for dental magazines in Italy. I also translated a book on Botanics for medical use from Italian to English. I alternated the technical writing to poetry writing, mostly in Italian.

After I came back to the USA in 1987, my world changed. Meeting Leonardo Campanile again (I had been present at his wedding a few years before, when I lived in the USA, since I was a friend of his future wife) gave me the opportunity to write about any topics I wanted to, and I loved that. And so was born the new me…

OperaMyLovemagazineI have been the Editorial Director of L’Idea Magazine, a journal born in 1974, since 1990, and I have founded two other magazines, OperaMyLove and OperaAmorMio, of which I still am Editor-in-Chief. I was contributing editor of Bridge Apulia USA  (which after a few years became BridgePugliaUSA and appeared only online) and have written articles for more than one hundred periodicals. 

 I also was the co-founder of Idea Graphics with Leonardo Campanile (yes, it’s always him) and the company absorbed the two magazines I had founded besides L’Idea Magazine and Idea Publications, while creating a new Imprint, Idea Press, aimed at making the Italian American writers and Italian composers more known to the world.

 Since then, I have edited many books, both in English and Italian, and translated the content of all our music scores’ biographies, prefaces, and introductions from Italian to English. Most recently I edited an anthology of short stories by Italian American writers, of which I am proud for so many reasons, been the first of its kind.

I am working on many projects at the same time, although I despise multiple tasking, and each project will be announced on this site as soon as it is completed.

 I love animals, nature, opera (you could never tell), food (some people think I am obsessed with it) and red wine (possibly Barolo or Amarone), and despise any excess, other than the lack of sleep due to overworking on writing projects…

I hope I gave a picture of myself that makes the visitor interested in my books…




My First Post


Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.

— Oscar Wilde.

new web dossena RAI

This is the first post on my new website. Since the concept behind it is to inform about my activities, there may be long stretches of time without new information. I have no intention to bore the visitor with every little occurrence of my life, so I hope that this website will reach the target and satisfy the visitor who wants to know more about me…