Firenze: Stolen Things/Le Cose Rubate
I was so engrossed in my work that I did not even hear him open the door. “Signora?” he said softly. “Signora, mi scusa.”I was
I was so engrossed in my work that I did not even hear him open the door. “Signora?” he said softly. “Signora, mi scusa.”I was
Thursday afternoon was toasty. I had been working in my office on Repubblica for hours, without air conditioning, and for reasons complicated to explain here
I now wonder if I front-loaded too much language in my life, prior to 32, and now, like old data on floppy disks that are
Victor and I had been staring out the window of the small jet from his window seat in row 7, wondering what we were looking
We have a handful of days left in Spokane before we return to Florence on Friday. We’ve found our pace here – Flavia has made
We’ve been back in the US since July 11, with our little roadshow, and with the exception of two minor hiccups, the schedule has been