First Person

While there are many Italian peculiarities I've grown accustomed to — moody public transport, lack of peanut butter, and disdain for [...]

I stand several paces outside my northern town's post office gazing at the funeral notices, or necrology, plastered onto a tall [...]

After living in Italy for around six years (seven if you count my time as an abroad student), I've convinced myself [...]

An array of memories, impressions, and sensations; a flux of things you've been told, heard, overheard, read, experienced, and seen — [...]

I recently traveled to London just short of my 28th birthday. The first time I visited the British capital I was [...]

Girlfriends can be a woman's best friends — until a man spikes the punch.

In a chest, an author finds a family lineage of devotion to opera — and the past comes alive.

It's too bad pet turtles can't write because they get to see the wide acres of a human lifetime.

Coming home at night to a rural home can give the past a second wind, but let it be a short one.

Being anointed "cultural advisor" to 19 visiting American college students can make for a class of its own.

For the paranoid person, a relationship means opening a portal into a beautiful but terrifying world.

The author bids a bittersweet farewell to her "accidental" vocation of Rome tour guide.