Red, White, and Guns

I am from Florida. Most of my family still lives in Florida. I want my heart to break for the school victims, I want to cry and scream, and it did and I do, but my heart can’t break much more because it’s already broken. It broke with Sandy Hook. It gave up with Sandy... Continue Reading →

You can’t go home again

I keep thinking of Hilary Mantel, winner of the Booker Prize, twice. The New Yorker did a wonderful article on her in which she referenced an old belief that one must return to one's own country within 10 years of leaving or risk never fitting in again (she lived abroad for 9 years before returning... Continue Reading →

Bits

There are quite a few things that have surprised me here in Rome. Of course I come from a bias of NY Italians and the Sopranos, but I think the stereotypes throw a wide net. Here are some of my observations: I see more Romans drinking white wine, not red, even in the cold of... Continue Reading →

Listing

As my sojourn in the states comes to an end and Italy looms closer every day, I find myself reflecting on all I will miss and the things I most certainly won't. _____ Things I will miss: The diversity. Brunch. Endless hot showers in wintertime. Heated cafés and restaurants in wintertime. Considerate drivers (at least... Continue Reading →

Warm milk

Yesterday, I went to Korea. I soaked in soft mineral baths and steamed out a week's worth of wine before following a tiny Korean woman into a wet room where I was placed on a table and for an hour and a half bathed. At first she scrubbed my skin with what felt like sandpaper,... Continue Reading →

Breaking bread

I love how Italians eat lunch. The middle of the day is not just a stop to refuel, to grab something on the go, to get to the next point, it is literally in the Italian language a "pause." You must pause, stop completely, rest. It was the same in Uganda. Day after day I... Continue Reading →

The advice

My husband was recently in Yemen for work. One afternoon, during lunch, an unnamed official from the Ministry of Education kindly offered him some help. You see the conversation had turned from work to life and the difficulty on spouses who are moved from home to home, continent to continent where they alone have to... Continue Reading →

Empire State of Mind

I feel the pull. I think it started with a picture. Or maybe it was just a word. But the roots I felt were slipping, slowly untangling and shredding have found a concrete barrier and tug me back towards them. I don’t need much. Just a fix. Just to know it’s still there while we... Continue Reading →

Take a deep breath

I am going to paint a picture for you. Imagine a small windowless room down a flight of stairs in a nondescript strip mall in the outskirts of Rome. Next door, to the right, is a pizza joint. To the left, a nail salon. In between these is an empty room that holds the flight... Continue Reading →

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