
Never can say good-bye….
I’m back home after 33 days of if not total bliss, daily doses of beauty on the Italian riviera, the part known as the “levante.”
I’m back home after 33 days of if not total bliss, daily doses of beauty on the Italian riviera, the part known as the “levante.”
In a few days we will be leaving our beautiful temporary home, where even on stormy days the seascape that surrounds us is sublime. Now,
It continues to rain and the sun remains an iffy prospect, but there have finally been signs of spring. On the passeggiata there are buds
Walking to and from the passeggiata, in and out of the tiny alleyways between the main road and the sea, I encountered these interesting examples
The high point of the day for most of us at the Fondazione, as well as for the inhabitants of the town of Bogliasco, is
After a long, long plane trip—including 3 hours sitting in the plane on the ground at JFK as we waited for de-icing, and 4 hours
A few years ago, when Jeff Williams was the editor of the Minnesota Review, he interviewed me about my journey as a feminist critic. Recently,
This past Saturday, I took myself down to the journalism workshop at Girls Write Now. This month’s topic was travel writing. Since I like to travel
I’m just back from Jewish Book Week in London, a city I now love the way I loved Paris when I first lived there—that feeling of
Like most foreigners, I was required to take classes at the Sorbonne, a short walk from the Foyer. I was incredibly excited, as I took