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 this month, I finall...

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 manage - basement, e...

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 there. To tell you t...

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

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 everyone's favourite hig...

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

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

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