Who'd have thought that moving BACK to Seattle would be as much a part of the experience as moving TO Milano?! It's...
Still Hovering Midair
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Introspection Articles
My Dear Neighbors!
My neighbors are so wonderful. They show up at my back door with slices of fresh, cold watermelon. They loan me pasta...
Farmers Market Lasagna
Seattle's chilly summertime is winding down with scattered sunshine following cloudy mornings. Warm evenings are rare,...
Italia in America
I'm grateful for the little reminders of Italia that I encounter here in Seattle, going about my day. Names for...
Kickin’ Tires
Ahh, nothing like kickin' tires on a used car lot on a sunny, summer day! I've been carless for over a year, relying...
Quirks: Treasured & Tolerated
This post comes with caveats. Yes, these thoughts are generalizations. Yes, there are exceptions. Yes, stereotypes...
Stirred & Mixed
This return is both emotionally and mentally harder than I had expected. I had a LIFE and friends that I left behind....
Blogging On
Just because I've returned to Seattle, will my blog come to a halt? No. There's still more to say. I have more mulling...
No Place Like Home
As Dorothy said, "there's no place like home". This spring, in anticipation of leaving Milano, I had my eye open for...
Rhubarb Homecoming
Sunday Morning. August 1. (I arrived home yesterday in late afternoon.) Home in the summer chill of Seattle with a 60...
New Faces, More New Friends
How often do any of us put ourselves in the position to meet so many people in so many ways in so short a time? How...
I’m Not a Tourist
Tourists don't feel like this. I came here wanting to have relationships and experiences, and to gather images. I have...
Reconciling What Remains
It's Thursday afternoon. On Saturday morning a car and driver will meet me here at my apartment and drive me, with...
One Week ’til Blastoff
One week from today, at this time, I will have schlepped my bags by taxi and train to Milano Malpensa airport; checked...
Goodbye Mary
It would have been impossible to leave Milano without saying "goodbye" to Mary. Our first meeting is a story in...
My Raw Meat Salad
I'm going to miss my Insalata di Bresaola, my salad of dried, cured (raw) beef. Boo hoo. They can't bring bresaola...
Full But Not Scholarly
This is not a scholarly blog with a foundation in formal Art or European History. I'm the first to admit my ignorance...
U.S. Geography & Culture Lesson
More often than not, when I'm talking to Italians and they tell me they want to travel to the U.S., they all say the...
“Fatto a Mano”: Wingtips
"Made by Hand". I so love the traditional handcrafts at home in each country and culture. Over time there are those...
My “Tricolore” Year
One year ago today my plane landed at Milano Malpensa Aeroporto. I caught the train into the center of town, to the...