COVID of the mind
Columnist Kristine Crane returns to her home in rustic Iowa only to find that anxiety can make its way even into the most bucolic of settings.
Bugs, butterflies, and wisdom
In the past month, I’ve encountered two big roaches in my car. A while ago, I wrote about my fear [...]
La mangione
Not so long ago I was feeding my daughter Julia bites of sweet potato fries at dinner. Suddenly, though, she [...]
In a breath
I've returned to meditating lately. What's a bit different this time around is that I'm now doing it daily. I'd [...]
In Other Words
I resisted reading this book when it was first released to much fanfare in 2016. The idea of an established [...]
Tell it slant
Last week, I took my two-year-old daughter Julia to her first dental appointment. We’ve been brushing her teeth now for [...]
Once upon a time…
Several weeks ago, after my evening shower, I came back to the bedroom to find my phone submerged in a [...]
Homage to Harjo
I had the privilege of hearing U.S. Poet Laureate Joy Harjo speak and read her poems in January, and that [...]
Seventeen, and other perils
In Italy, writes columnist Kristine Crane, the number 17 invites bad tidings, a nefarious twist on what the Roman lettering XVII can be rearranged to mean.
Measurements
David thinks for a moment, then says, “So, I can’t tell how much broth they are saying to put in,” [...]
My midlife car
One of the adjustments I made in moving back to America after a near-decade in Italy was driving again. I [...]
Where everybody knows your name
Recently, a friend of mine traveling to Rome asked me to recommend where in the city he should stay. Trastevere? [...]