Packing

So many things, moments, snapshots I want to pack in my suitcase, burrow deep in my pockets, drill into memory, which seems to become a hazy mist the older I get, and try as I might reach for it, the present pushes me forward with such vehemence that any clinging behind only tends to sever... 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 →

Roman purgatory

It's hot. Really hot. 98 (37) in the shade hot. Pure skin to liquid in the sun hot. It's been this way for weeks, will be this way for weeks. On either end of the weather graph that I stare at endlessly the number refuses to move, as if they've fallen there with glue on... 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 →

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 →

Naples

I am in love. Italy is now mine. It took a dark, edgy city to pull me in, and sink me. Naples is deep. It's dirty. It's sexy. It's everything you think of when you think of Pacino, Deniro, men in dark suits whispering in corners. Sure, there is the Corso lined with expensive boutiques... Continue Reading →

Tuscan twisting

Here's what you get when you mix yoga and wine country: yesterday in class, here on my yoga retreat tucked into a Tuscan hill, after an all afternoon wine tasting, as we all bent and twisted in our vinyasa flow, the teacher said, "Okay, we are going to do some variations. For those of you... Continue Reading →

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