Category Archive: Valle d’Aosta


“One sort of optional thing you might do is to realize that there are six seasons instead of four.  The poetry of four seasons is all wrong for this part of the planet,… Continue reading

Piemonte in June

Lately I haven’t been really great at finding words. Words for all of the wonderful and new (and old) and tasty things that I want to tell you about.  A whole jumble of… Continue reading

We Will Be Ephemeral

Brooklyn’s Williamsburg Bridge is covered with literature- stickered, markered, painted, sprayed- advertisements, advice, outbursts of rage, romantic proclamations.  My amusement during morning runs, as though the rippling East River, Domino Sugar factory sign,… Continue reading

“Maps, wait! They don’t love you like I love you…”

Psyche! They really do love you…a lot. Maps are amazing. They take you outside of yourself- your corner of the room, block, town, country, continent, universe. We are mere mini-bits of the whole,… Continue reading