Los Angeles freelance science writer and editor
Conversations over pasta by Janice Nigro When you are living alone, there isn’t normally much preparation for dinner. Eggs, salad, a roasted chicken from the grocery store, or maybe even a bag of popcorn. And do you have that with a glass of wine or not? I am not so difficult to please when it... Continue Reading →
A product of passion by Janice Nigro There are words that simply cannot be translated from one language to another. There are things or things we do that do not exist in other cultures. I wonder for example when the word for “ice” entered into Indonesian. There is no accurate translation for gelato-we call it... Continue Reading →
Italia on 3000 calories per day by Janice Nigro Yes, I surrender. It is not possible to be budget conscious when it comes to calories in Italy. When you are there, you can see no reason not to try just about everything that you see. You pay for the bread on the table (coperto) so... Continue Reading →
mini adventures in a taxi by Janice Nigro When I lived in Norway I discovered that Norwegians, at least when they are in Norway, are not big fans of making small talk with people they do not know. OK, strangers, the kind you make casual conversation with at bus stops or in the elevator. I... Continue Reading →
I have not had time to write my regular post so it is a bit like an antipasto...something to view until I get around to writing the stories. It seems like everything in Italy is painted in a color from a sunset... ©2015 Janice Marie Nigro/janikiInk.com
Learning the art of collaboration by making pasta by Janice Nigro I grew up in the Midwest where winters are fairly brutal. So brutal that when I was moving to Norway from San Francsico and Norwegians joked about whether I needed some help with how to cope with winter, they became quiet when I told them... Continue Reading →
Another good reason to learn a second language by Janice Nigro My last name is a good conversation starter. Nigro, yes, to be accurate the “i” is pronounced like “e”. And you should roll the “r”. Every Friday when I arrive at the farmers market to set up my "boutique", one of the vendors from... Continue Reading →
Firenze and the selfie by Janice Nigro German airports seem to have one answer for weight gain. It is down the stairs and up again, and if the plane is remotely parked, you get to do that all over again. It is as if the architects planned it that way to prepare passengers like me... Continue Reading →
The parents of my father were born in a small town in Sicilia. Over the years I have visited the island, really another country, because I wanted to know where my DNA came from. Ironically, it was because of my mother, of German descent, that I ended up at a Sicilian wedding in winter. It... Continue Reading →
Janice Nigro 