Oh People! The third show of No Way Out but Through is live! A warning for the wary listener: everyone dies in this one.…
Infamous That’s when the radiator blew and the now infamous pogo stick began its fatal trajectory. Radio Report The cars were all leaving town, using both sides of the road, heading inland. It’s all very orderly. So far. The Deputy's Tale The deputy used to work at the jail but asked for a transfer—one night, a few months
The theory goes like this: The more we learn language, the more it structures our thinking, the more it structures how we learn, how we store and retrieve memories. This is why we have such trouble remembering things from when we were very young. Those memories were stored using a very different system. I’ve been
Oh People! I am excited to announce the existence of my podcast— No Way Out but Through. The podcast is a deployment of monologues, poems,…
Here in Milano, where my daughters attend an American school, which observes American holidays, they will have October 8th off as their school celebrates Columbus Day. Christopher Columbus was an Italian navigator and colonist who sailed for Spain, who we were told in elementary school, discovered America. And by America, we mean he discovered the Bahamas,
Our Father who is big in Heaven. Very big. And on Earth too, by the way. Let me set the record straight on that.…
My Favorite Sites for Book Recommendations I am continually looking for books to read and Amazon’s “Customers who bought this item also bought” carousel doesn’t cut it. Because I am living in Italy, I cannot simply pad down to the nearest bookstore and lose myself for a bunch of hours—there are a couple stores where
You know what would be great? If we could have a country where people could just be people. Color of skin?? Really? Really? Sorry…
It’s February and Milan has been growing colder as the month plods on. My daughters have the week off school, so we're taking our first trip to Africa, our first trip south of the equator. We are flying red eye. First to Oman, then to Zanzibar—14 hours door-to-door. We arrive at dingy, chaotic, well-named Malpensa