Marisa GarreffaThere is no skipping forwardIf this were a book, now would be the part where it skips forward in time. It would jump to giving final numbers, death tolls and…Apr 2, 2020Apr 2, 2020
Marisa GarreffaOn the role of joy in traumaA few short days after I was drugged and raped in Florence, a photo was taken of me, standing in the sunshine of a park in Florence with…Mar 29, 2020Mar 29, 2020
Marisa GarreffaMarking a before and an after.We bridge into our third week of lockdown.Mar 23, 2020Mar 23, 2020
Marisa GarreffaI Woke Up Differently TodayOn day five of lockdown, we change…Mar 15, 2020Mar 15, 2020
Marisa GarreffaA Lament, or a BirthSpoken Word from the lockdown in Florence, ItalyMar 14, 2020Mar 14, 2020
Marisa GarreffaNo more chances after today…We transition to full lockdown in Florence.Mar 13, 20201Mar 13, 20201
Marisa GarreffaFacing Fear in a time of CoronavirusA letter of love from Italy.Mar 11, 2020Mar 11, 2020
Marisa GarreffaA Letter from Italy in a time of CrisisFor my fellow Australians (in a time of virus), and friends around the world, from a country a little further along the path.Mar 10, 2020Mar 10, 2020