Stephen RomanenghiThe Ambassador to IrelandGod, I don’t want to write this. Molly’s been gone over two months now and, for me, the act of writing it down makes it final. And I so, so…Oct 1, 2023Oct 1, 2023
Stephen RomanenghiKev and the DevINT. SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE’S OFFICE. WE SEE UNOPENED MOVING BOXES ALL OVER.Jan 5, 2023Jan 5, 2023
Stephen RomanenghiThe Deal With BillAfter 35 years in advertising, I pride myself on being able to sell just about anything to anyone. But I know I won’t be able to sell the…Jan 14, 2022Jan 14, 2022
Stephen RomanenghiNot Quite a EulogyWhen I first saw this, my initial, awful instinct was to share it with some kind of snarky, “ain’t karma a bitch,” post directed at people…Apr 20, 2020Apr 20, 2020
Stephen RomanenghiThis was the moment I knew I wanted to live in Dublin.It was our last night in town. Julie went inside a cafe to grab a cup of coffee while I lit up a cigarette (don’t judge, I was having a…Dec 20, 2019Dec 20, 2019
Stephen RomanenghiThe night my father died, he tried to tell me something.He had been in hospice for two weeks. The pain of his liver cancer was so acute, he was on Fentanyl. For three days, he couldn’t speak.Jan 24, 2019Jan 24, 2019
Stephen RomanenghiOn Account of RainAfter the game, after the tears, after watching the Cubs celebrate on the field for over an hour, Julie and I decided to head home. As we…Dec 5, 2018Dec 5, 2018
Stephen RomanenghiThe GatekeeperHalf a block away from the gated apartment complex, I see The Gatekeeper. She’s 70-something, tight perm dyed red, sensible poly-blend…Nov 3, 2018Nov 3, 2018
