Dimmi

One word.

It doesn’t matter who says it. The waiter, a nun, my friend. Those two little syllables and my heart melts.

“Tell me”

It’s so different from our English response to getting someone’s attention, “Yeah?” or “What?” So harsh, as if it’s an inconvenience to listen to another person.

But in Italian there is heart behind it. - Tell me. I want to hear. I’m listening.

Isn’t that what we all want? A friend, a parent, a spouse, someone to look us in the eyes and say, “Dimmi!” Tell me. I want to know. I’m listening.

So that’s my plan for the summer. I’m going to write to you as if you looked me in the eyes and said my favorite word, “Dimmi.”