Everyone who has spoken to me over the last few months has had the (pleasure?) of hearing about my master's project. At the beginning of ...

On April 16, 2016, I walked into Anna Arcaro’s cluttered-but-clean - in the way it seems only a certain generation of Italian ladies can ...

On May 14, I arrived in Hudson, New York after an 8-hour train ride through the Adirondack region, not realising how much I needed to be ...

What I love about maps is that they are products of multiple concerns: as objects, they are aesthetic, ornamental, decorative; as tools, ...

My last 24 hours have been pretty saturated with Montreal and Quebec history. Not as boring as some of you may think as you remember ever...

Armed with my trusty notebook and a large selection of pens, I made my way to the Montreal History Group's Colloquium at McGill Universit...

Ten books, countless articles, two sleepless nights and 20 pages later, I finished my first final essay this week. Although I'm not 100% ...

I was introduced to Lodovico Domenichi's La nobiltà delle Donne two years ago by my Italian Humanism and Renaissance professor. And let m...