Always Have Your Passport Ready

It’s not that we travel internationally all that often. This summer, the furthest I journeyed was a weekend in Sedona, Arizona, just one state over, to catch up with good friends and show our kids the Grand Canyon. Fantastic and fun, yes, but no passport required. But having passports at the ready gives me a sense of excitement and possibility. I…

Accidental Italian

The word storia, in Italian, means story. And also, history. Growing up, Italian was always part of my history, but never part of my story. Until, one day, a fire for learning the language unexpectedly sparked. Growing up in an Italian-American family, Italy was no big deal. The following was all quite normal: Sundays at…

Italian and Me: A History

Here’s what I want you to know about Italy and me: 1.  Growing up Italian-American, Italy was no big deal. 2.  The first time I visited Italy, I was interested but not impressed. 3.   Quite unintentionally, I took up learning Italian, which, to my great relief, distracted me to the point of healing from grief…