Days of aqua pazza
What season of the witch has befallen almost-summer Rome? None that I have ever before encountered. Day after day, now [...]
What season of the witch has befallen almost-summer Rome? None that I have ever before encountered. Day after day, now [...]
Oh, how I loved Calle de Serrano, the nearest bustling boulevard to our house on Calle de Nunez de Balboa. [...]
I have lizards to thank for teaching me to accept loss and disappointment on a daily basis. They taught me [...]
Even before we left for Spain, murmurings about this “thing” known as Catholicism had taken up residence in our Washington [...]
Some forty-one years ago, Christopher Winner had the opportunity to run a sensational story about a bomb that went off in his office building, but he did not.
Just over a decade ago, when the planet was more obsessed with terrorism than war, pestilence, or inflation, a short [...]
Once my Franco-American private school had rid me of my French ways — I was born in Paris and spent [...]
The very first thing that struck me about living in Madrid, Spain was that the newspapers were in Spanish. I [...]
Many moons ago I imagined myself an astronaut. I was then in my teens, but my head was in the [...]
When the time came, leaving London became a story about a corrupt king. But as all matters in my young [...]
I am by nature impulsive. Some forty years ago that lifelong impulsiveness, complicit turmoil within the give-and-take of gender codes, [...]
When my father first announced we would be going to live in Spain, he also explained that we would be traveling [...]