A few years ago, when I visited Rome for the first time since living there in my twenties, it was [...]

A decade ago, columnist Kristine Crane met a man on an Italian train and felt a pull. From this came an email bond forged of grief.

One of my missions when I visited Rome a few years ago was to find out about mamma, the mother [...]

My good friend Jyl put it to me well some years ago. “It’s like you don’t quite get America, and [...]

I learned to play piano from the woman we knew as Mrs. E. Her real name was Charlotte, and her [...]

Some years ago, I was a model for Halloween. In real life, I am pretty and petite, but not model [...]

Recently, I played “Bella Ciao” for my students. I first heard the song as a college student in Bologna. I [...]

Columnist Kristine Crane had no idea where she sat on the zodiac until she came to Italy, after which planets aligned.

Columnist Kristine Crane found an unwelcome bedfellow one night, reviving a fear of cockroaches in an American state they love.

About five years ago, I briefly considered embarking on a second career as a doctor. Though I’d been a health [...]

Among the remaining artifacts at my father’s house in Iowa was my Italian running trophy. It sat on the fireplace [...]