With an Essay to Accompany
the Ceramics by
On Romance and Francesca Dimattio’s Vases
In the early days of our long-distance courtship, just before Didi landed at Burlington International, often on the last, late-evening flight from Orlando, I would dash into Price Chopper for flowers. I’d run past blueberries and navel oranges, past the guy restocking Keurig pods and teas, with the desperate look of a man fighting against the clock, the ceiling’s bright glare adding a sheen of drama to my quest.
Among the few remaining bunches fa…