L’Americana
Christmas in exile
One year, I got a Snicker’s bar for Christmas. I’m sure my mother gave me other gifts, as did my Italian boyfriend at the time. But it's the candy bar [...]
COVID of the mind
The 1989 movie “Field of Dreams” plays out in my home state of Iowa and at the time gave the sparsely populated state some brief notoriety. One line stands out: [...]
Bugs, butterflies, and wisdom
In the past month, I’ve encountered two big roaches in my car. A while ago, I wrote about my fear of roaches, after having found one in my Florida bedroom, [...]
La mangione
Not so long ago I was feeding my daughter Julia bites of sweet potato fries at dinner. Suddenly, though, she stopped eating — not unusual behavior for a toddler. Not [...]
In a breath
I've returned to meditating lately. What's a bit different this time around is that I'm now doing it daily. I'd been practicing meditating on and off for many years, but [...]
Tell it slant
Last week, I took my two-year-old daughter Julia to her first dental appointment. We’ve been brushing her teeth now for a while, and I had prepped her with a Peppa [...]
Once upon a time…
Several weeks ago, after my evening shower, I came back to the bedroom to find my phone submerged in a glass of ice water. Mama’s phone in da watuh, my [...]
Seventeen, and other perils
In Italy, writes columnist Kristine Crane, the number 17 invites bad tidings, a nefarious twist on what the Roman lettering XVII can be rearranged to mean.
Measurements
David thinks for a moment, then says, “So, I can’t tell how much broth they are saying to put in,” showing me the recipe for an Italian soup on his [...]
My midlife car
One of the adjustments I made in moving back to America after a near-decade in Italy was driving again. I never drove in Italy, nor did it ever occur to [...]
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? Near the Sistine Chapel? Piazza del Popolo? Near Tiburtina Station? [...]
Foreign correspondent … in Florida
As a college student, I wanted to be a foreign correspondent. Two weeks after graduation, I was on an overnight flight to Rome, unable to sleep with excitement, so I [...]
Author, Associate 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.