What happens sometimes is that – when you’re living in a foreign country, a country where you’re almost one of a kind – people want to pair you up with other stray members of y… more →
I Eat My Pigeonwrote 1 year ago: What happens sometimes is that – when you’re living in a foreign country, a country wher … more →
wrote 2 years ago: It’s 1 September, the night before I leave for Dublin. I’m having an arrivederci dinner … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Because shots like this actually mean something. Roost, pigeon, roost. Roost while you can. … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Back in Italy. Twenty-one degrees and beautiful out. My pink oleander tree is dead. The gas man left … more →
wrote 2 years ago: The landlords have a realtor called Patrick whose job it is now to troop prospective renters through … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Drinks at Kennedy’s with my former classmates turns into a tipsy nighttime walk through City C … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Before I left for Italy last July, I wrote a list of things I’d miss about Dublin and Ireland. … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Four days left in Dublin. Can two weeks have passed already? I’ve picked up my dry cleaning. I … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Beyond Sunday roasts and slick rainy streets… beyond lush green parks and Oscar Wilde preening … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Master’s program over. One week left to pack up the rest of my junk and soak up the last of Du … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Every day for the past year, as I’ve walked into City Centre, this has loomed before me: Winki … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I’m sitting on the beach with my mother’s cousin, Flora, and we’re watching the wa … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I heard him before I saw him: Signorina! You, the one who’s getting wet. It was a mime – … more →
wrote 2 years ago: In Italian, you address a man as signor. You address a woman – mature, married – as sign … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Since I’ve been in Italy, I’ve had to do a little bit of reconciling – that is, re … more →
wrote 2 years ago: My upstairs neighbors, Maria and Eugenio DiVecchio, have been so good, so accommodating in helping m … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Living here in Latina – where my parents came every summer in their adolescence – I run … more →
wrote 2 years ago: “Listen,” says my mother. “I think you need to go over and visit Zia Malevola. … more →
wrote 2 years ago: A puppet show in the piazza on Saturday night; two euro a seat. Counts and magistrates, bumbling men … more →