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…

How I Study Italian

My mom tried to get me to sew or craft like her, but it never took. Neither did cooking. I prefered the quieter interests, and could always be found with a book in my hands. I clearly remember the excitement of third grade, the first year that I was assigned real, bring-it-home-in-your-backpack, homework. I have always…

My Crazy Journey to Learn Italian: A Guest Post by La Studentessa Matta

Part of the joy of blogging has come through connecting with other wonderful people who share my love of Italy and Italian. Melissa Muldoon, the woman behind the successful Diario di una Studentessa Matta, leads the charge on sharing her enthusiasm for all things Italian! As a follower of her dual-language blog, I am extremely…

A Visit From Studentessa Matta!

Ciao, ragazzi — hi guys! Okay, imagine my delight when the first person to respond to my invitation to share photos for this new post series was none other than Melissa, blogger extraordinaire also known as Studentessa Matta! I have written about her before (click here and here), and, being a follower of hers for…

Things I Learned while Learning Italian

Recently I celebrated three years of officially studying Italian! And while I still feel like a baby on my language journey, I also know that linguistically, and more important, spiritually, I have come a long way. I never planned to learn Italian, despite having grown up with a grandfather who emigrated from Southern Italy when he…