For decades, Gloria Asselta was a generous patron of the southern Italian town where both her parents were born. Now she’s gone and Pomarico weeps.

I came to southern Italy to find stories about y grandfather but in turn I learned so much about myself.

My mother loved her wigs. When she died, we tried to find them a good home.

When our mothers are gone, a bit of everyday poetry leaves our lives

Women in southern Italy have long struggled for equality

Drinking with these the roughhewn men has been a critical rite of social passage here in China’s capital city. It took a few shots to earn their trust.

Now that my own parents are both gone, my Chinese mother-in-law watches over me with a love that crosses cultural boundaries

The Great Wall has both protected and inspired this ancient land.
Walking its contours still baffles the mind.

In a land as timeless as China, I have nonetheless seen subtle changes over my three decades sojourning there.

It might seem like a small decision, but not to the people in McDermitt, Nev.

Publishing a book is the ultimate high. But, after the pride of release day, it has come to this: I’m a veteran journalist-turned shameless street-corner book hawker.