Who am I? The answer depends on who is asking.
To Brizio and Giuseppe, I am their mother. To Luca, I am a source of unfinished conversations. To my students, a professor. To colleagues, a researcher. To a dog and two cats, a reasonably reliable provider of food and affection. Born in Southern Italy (in Carmelo Bene's "Sud del Sud dei Santi" ) I have always been drawn to the stories people tell about themselves and about the world around them.
I spend much of my professional life thinking about how societies define what women and men can, should, and ought to do. I am fascinated by the ways in which these expectations shape choices, opportunities, and inequalities.
I also love poetry and keep since 2013 a small poetry blog. Poetry reminds me not to neglect the things that nourish the soul and to pay attention to aspects of life that cannot always be measured.
These picture are taken from the book "Federico", by Leo Lionni, pubished in Italy by Babalibri
While the other mice gathered food for the winter, Frederick gathered sunbeams, colors, and words.
His friends wondered why he seemed to do no useful work
When winter became cold, gray, and lonely, the mice began to lose heart.
Then Frederick shared the colors, warmth, and poetry he had stored all summer long.
The mice discovered that imagination and beauty can nourish a community just as food does.