By Dom Cioffi It’s spring break season, which means that millions of people across the country either head to the mountains or the beaches for fun and frivolity. My family opted for the mountains this year – the Rocky Mountains, […]
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The Movie Diary
Don’t judge a book
By Dom Cioffi A little over a year ago, I overheard my niece and her friend talking about their desire to get tattoos when they turned 18. They were boasting about the different designs they were considering and how each […]
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All I need is the air that I breathe
By Dom Cioffi I lay there looking up into the sky, only the clouds visible within my range of sight. I could move my fingers and toes (something my father always told me to do to make sure I wasn’t […]
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Sunday Bloody Sunday
The Witch By Dom Cioffi It’s customary for me to come home after work and immediately wash dishes. This is something I’ve done for years. I don’t know why; it’s just an activity I have to complete before I relax […]
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Life in the fast lane
By Dom Cioffi I am a self-admitted news junkie. I’m not sure why. It could be due to over two decades of work in the newspaper and television industries. Or it could be just an innate desire to be knowledgeable […]
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Young at heart
By Dom Cioffi For as far back as I can remember, I have had a persistent need to win. It didn’t matter if it was baseball, darts or a game of Go Fish, my mindset has always been focused on […]
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The Movie Diary: Riding high
THE AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON By Dom Cioffi Sitting directly on the border between North and South Carolina is an amusement park called Carowinds. It has all the usual trappings of a modern-day theme park with fun activities, incredibly over-priced […]
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Big Brother is watching you
By Dom Cioffi I was in Copenhagen, Denmark, on business this past week. It’s a bustling city, but not in the way Americans think of bustling cities. First of all, because of the economic system that’s in place in Denmark, […]
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Something’s fishy
By Dom Cioffi My grandmother was the quintessential Italian: she was short, attentive, liked to wear sundresses, hid money underneath the mattress, and spent the better part of her days cooking and watching soap operas. When I showed up and […]