I have some further thoughts on fitting in that have occurred to me since my previous two posts. Fitting in is a relative concept, based

I have been feeling some remorse over that silly post yesterday about light versus dark hair. I don’t think it represents my best cross-cultural analysis

We moved to Florence six years ago as a family. Our children, then 1 and 5, are now 7 and almost 11. We are happy.

Shakespeare’s King John (1596) is a marvel, like stepping through a fun house mirror into a play where the villain of Robin Hood is shown

Dear Germans and Other Tourists in Florence, and you know who you are (look down at your feet), NO ONE wants to see your feet.

Can a maid’s fate be ruled by the wishes of her dead father? Can the same maid convincingly become a man, for a day, if

In mid- to late-March, the week after our family emerged from our Covid cave, my bike was stolen. This was my third stolen bike. Two