Back to Monza! my toddler screamed, throwing herself on the ground. Monza was the sedate city, just north of Milan, [...]

It feels strange to mourn someone you’ve never met, but this is how I feel about the daughter that I [...]

When I studied at the University of Bologna my junior year of college, I loved having friends from all over [...]

Once upon a time, as a young American in Rome, columnist Kristine Crane stood out from her housemates in more ways than one.

Every year when I clean out my closet, I think about giving away a green dress that I bought one [...]

Good hairdressers are like good editors. They accentuate what you've written and smooth any mishaps. My newest stylist, Gina, gets [...]

I never got sick when I lived in Rome. The occasional cold, and one New Year's Eve I couldn't hold [...]

Recently I gave my students a lecture in the history of journalism. I told them it’s important to have a [...]

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.