About Annemarie Schiavi Pedersen

Annemarie Schiavi Pedersen’s stories are a rare chance for readers to visit the Italian Renaissance, a time of artistic enlightenment and medieval darkness. Those passions create a dangerous mix for her sensual and sometimes scandalous characters.

 The proud Italian descendant of a gear-maker and secretary/homemaker, Annemarie lives in metro Detroit with her handsome, motor-head husband Brian. Between working on her stories and texting all day with the rest of her family—her three kids, their spouses, and the bellissimi grandchildren—she’s constantly writing.

She shares a blood line with Petrarch, the Renaissance poet whose lyrical prose about smiles and eyes inspired Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa—and who, like Annemarie, was a natural-born crier. The following poem (probably written by Petrarch as he wept) is Annemarie’s favorite. 

I feed my heart with sighs, that’s all it asks,

I live on tears, I think I’m born to weep;

I don’t complain of that, since in my state

Weeping is sweeter than you might believe

Great Uncle Petrarch

Annemarie studied journalism and history at The University of Michigan and is an award-winning author, journalist, and editor.

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It was clear no one believed Rinaldo was able to hurt the bird, and so he was left looking like a fool.

Hummingbird video by Brian Pedersen

Annemarie grows lemons and figs in her garden, like the de’ Medici’s (only she does it in de’ Motown).

“Fig me, again.”
-Capo to Celestina