Some things leave a lasting impression on a child. At the age of nine, I went to Italy with my parents, where we visited family and traveled. I remember being inside the Colosseum — the experience of sharing that hallowed ground with those who suffered and died stayed with me through the years.

Upon a recent trip to Italy, I was able to research my subjects in detail. The posts “Of My Blood” present pieces from the show, held in 2003 at the Karpeles Museum.