L’Americana

Back to Monza! my toddler screamed, throwing herself on the ground. Monza was the sedate city, just north of Milan, where we’d spent the first part of our 10-day trip [...]

It feels strange to mourn someone you’ve never met, but this is how I feel about the daughter that I carried for 13 weeks. I was a little shocked to [...]

When I studied at the University of Bologna my junior year of college, I loved having friends from all over Europe. I met most of them in an Italian language [...]

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 summer in Umbria. My friend Jyl was visiting me from [...]

Good hairdressers are like good editors. They accentuate what you've written and smooth any mishaps. My newest stylist, Gina, gets this. She didn’t criticize my previous haircut, which I thought [...]

I never got sick when I lived in Rome. The occasional cold, and one New Year's Eve I couldn't hold down a meal of lentils and zampone, stuffed pig’s foot. [...]

Recently I gave my students a lecture in the history of journalism. I told them it’s important to have a sense of their professional lineage. I’m also partial to history. [...]

A few years ago, when I visited Rome for the first time since living there in my twenties, it was disheartening to be called signora. I had always been signorina. [...]

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.