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? [...]
Foreign correspondent … in Florida
As a college student, I wanted to be a foreign correspondent. Two weeks after graduation, I was on an overnight [...]
When it doesn’t add up
My office is in the math pod at the college where I teach, so I find myself surrounded by math [...]
L’americana’s time to yearn
Columnist Kristine Crane got her moniker when she fist moved to Rome. Now, deep into the Trump era, recollections have turned into wistfulness.
In viaggio con la bimba, or, Julia’s Italy
Back to Monza! my toddler screamed, throwing herself on the ground. Monza was the sedate city, just north of Milan, [...]
A part of me is leaving
It feels strange to mourn someone you’ve never met, but this is how I feel about the daughter that I [...]
From Bologna to Iowa City
When I studied at the University of Bologna my junior year of college, I loved having friends from all over [...]
How fireflies came to matter
It's summer, high time for columnist Kristine Crane to turn the clock back to small-city Iowa life and the mysteries of youth.
Memories of mouse toast
Once upon a time, as a young American in Rome, columnist Kristine Crane stood out from her housemates in more ways than one.
A dress and a friendship
Every year when I clean out my closet, I think about giving away a green dress that I bought one [...]