In my Italian class this summer, we’re reading our way through Italian journalist Aldo Cazzullo’s book of interviews with 70 Italiani Che Resteranno — or, 70 Italians (drawn from the last three or four decades) who will…
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You may laugh at me, but here’s a “true confession”: I had a light-bulb moment the other day, in which I realized that “Hey, I’m doing a lot, verging on too much.” The various activities…
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A twist, today, in my little series on What I Wore, What I Listened To, and What I Saw while walking. . . I didn’t wear this outfit for walking, at least not any further…
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A Friday Five post as I continue to think about what I want to write here. I’ve always had nigglings of discomfort about the privilege my blog represents and my self-consciousness about that is greater…
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So. . . . Last year at this time I was in Bordeaux, following the scent of pink jasmine that climbed weathered architecture, wearing my new “pyjama pants” and revelling in the early spring warmth.…
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