La Befana vien di notte Con le scarpe tutte rotte Col vestito da romana Viva, viva la Befana! Long live la Befana! The more you learn...

It’s been quite a few years since I’ve seen these tents. They’re icons of my childhood summers. Every August, we celebrated my...

This is mostly about a conversation that happened while I was TAing at Carleton. A long overdue post that I started writing in 2019...

Week two of social isolation, the week I learned to make pasta e rapini over the phone, was the week I started preparing for ...

I’m not one for long phone calls. As a kid and a teen, though, I remember easily spending two to three hours on the phone after school...

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...

One Saturday morning, sometime in the late 90s, as I sat in front of the three-foot high stereo sound system in our living room, I began...

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...

“History -- in particular popular memory -- is a stake in the constant struggle for hegemony.” In writing those words in 1982, Richard...

Since I've started my degree in history, I have been asked: "Why?" Because "it's just so different." When I presented my practice to a...