L’Americana
Bella Ciao, and memories of a man
Recently, I played “Bella Ciao” for my students. I first heard the song as a college student in Bologna. I would ride my bike through Bologna’s streets, alongside the porticoed [...]
I Gemelli, an Italian story
Columnist Kristine Crane had no idea where she sat on the zodiac until she came to Italy, after which planets aligned.
Italian 101 (or, In the beginning)
I’m teaching Italian at the University of Florida this fall. The course is called Beginning Italian II, which was my own first formal training of Italian. I placed out of [...]
Sleeping with the enemy
Columnist Kristine Crane found an unwelcome bedfellow one night, reviving a fear of cockroaches in an American state they love.
From words to anatomy, and back
About five years ago, I briefly considered embarking on a second career as a doctor. Though I’d been a health reporter for several years, this was different. I suddenly wanted [...]
Un paio di scarpe
Among the remaining artifacts at my father’s house in Iowa was my Italian running trophy. It sat on the fireplace mantel. I hadn't seen it for years. Its base is [...]
To Kri with love
My parents nicknamed me Krissy when I was little. Apparently, it had something to do with Chrissy (Suzanne Somers), the ditzy blonde in “Three’s Company,” which was one of my [...]
A short history of catnip
There's a big white and grey cat that every so often comes out of my crawl space. Herman is his name. I've been forewarned not to feed him, and I [...]
The long goodbye
It's official: My father sold the family home in Iowa. After talking about it for almost a decade, he finally accepted an offer a few weeks ago. I can't help [...]
Dammi la mano
Carne. It was my turn at the emergency room at a hospital in Bologna, and the male orderly butchered my name. Carne, of course, means meat, and I bristled at [...]
Finish lines
Word got around in my labor and delivery room that I'd run the Rome marathon. I'd mentioned it to the midwife the morning I checked into the hospital, explaining that [...]
For love of pigs
You can take the girl out of Iowa, but good luck taking the Iowa out of the girl, especially when it comes to pig love.
Author, Deputy Editor
Kristine Crane
Kristine Crane, who writes the “L’Americana” column, lives and writes in North Central Florida. She was formerly a Fulbright scholar and journalist in Rome, where she helped found “The American.” She is originally from Iowa City.