Apple pie writing

I’ll never get over the popularity of American culinary businesses, like Starbucks or McDonald’s, in Italy. Maybe to some, the food tastes better or is no different than real Italian pizza from Pugi in Florence.  Kidding.  I just don’t identify with the people who view McDonald’s as an oasis when they’re away from home. In... Continue Reading →

A seat mate to remember

You never know when one of those odd skills you have acquired is going to help you make a connection with someone. Like speaking Norwegian. I tried to learn the language, to speak with the natives, but I hardly needed to use it even in Norway. On a flight to Munich from Los Angeles? I... Continue Reading →

How I wrote a novel

A line I read from an essay a few years ago claims no one tells you the protagonist in your first novel is you but with a better personal life. At the time, I was trying to write a draft of a novel. I had no idea I was writing a book about me until... Continue Reading →

Language class lessons

The standard sterile classroom environment-fluorescent lights, pale yellow paint on cinder block walls, a blackboard-emphasized the drudgery ahead for learning a language. It was also January, the darkest part of the year, the rainiest part of the year, when I began Norwegian class in Folkeuniversitetet in the Bergen city center on the southwest coast of... Continue Reading →

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