Berlin in January–what a fantastic idea. In Margaret Cardalli’s mind, however, it was the necessary change from her pastoral existence… Read more The Limits of Friendship
Berlin in January–what a fantastic idea. In Margaret Cardalli’s mind, however, it was the necessary change from her pastoral existence… Read more The Limits of Friendship
“You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone,” “It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have… Read more Nothing To Lose in Toulouse
Woke up, thought about New York. Trudged to the bathroom, thought about New York. Looked at my aging face in… Read more Woke Up, Thought About New York
Perhaps more than any other city, Venice feels the most bizarre to visit. Not because of its absurd setup, but… Read more Canally Speaking
The heart is for giving, but rarely forgiving. Especially when betrayed. But the thought of being deceived in love was… Read more The Heart is For/Giving
The death of love between two people can occur in an instant. But the love doesn’t fully dissipate until the… Read more Céline at René’s Funeral
Like most locales dependent upon seasonal tourism, there is a certain sadness to Sorrento in the winter. Its desolation is… Read more The Sorrows of Sorrento
I used to wonder why so many women I admired in pop culture always felt the need to infantalize themselves.… Read more Understanding the Need to Regress
It wasn’t my intention to find myself yakking out the window of a taxi and screaming, “Sto bene! Sto bene!”… Read more Sto Bene! Sto Bene!
From the time I was able to articulate a desire to leave home and be on my own, my mother… Read more Pay My Bill, Build My Life