Stories about ○ Food ○ Fitness ○ Rest ○ Nature ○ Planet And whatever else makes for a longer life
How Will We Live Without It? When I began my research for the story of water in Sicily, I had in mind a different sort of theme, one of selfish indifference, environmental disregard and unimagined consequences. After all what could be more telling of the situation here than a hurried
Enough with the garbage debate already! Continuing my post last week in which I started a series on things we've found in Sicily to be subordinate to the American way of life. This one begs the question, is it really? In previous posts my only consideration for what belongs on
Many things shape our coming to Sicily, but one near and dear to our hearts is the incredible opportunities to get outside and take an aimless walk.
Presenting a series on a few things we found in our move from America to Sicily that made us see red, and occasionally white and blue.
America is well-known as the land of innovation, but we’ve found here in Sicily a few things that seem to be of much more superior design.
A 12km hike around Lake Ancipa in the Nebrodi National Park of Sicily offers a wonderful, relaxing and often unpeopled trekking experience.
We'd done everything we could to be prepared so that I could swiftly and efficiently take up Italian residency. Why did this seem harder than it should be?
Our life in Sicily is not that different from our life in America in that we arrived here with the same passion to be part of a community.
It's been said that writers and artists cannot fail, that just becoming one is a success. Tell that to a starving artist denied a bank loan.
Mount Etna, or Montebello (beautiful mountain), as it is known throughout Italy—Muncibbeḍḍu in Sicilian for those wondering—is one of the tallest active volcanoes in Europe with the height as of July 2021 measured at 3,357 m (11,014 ft), though this varies with summit eruptions. It is
Reflection on Father’s Day It is always there, lurking, but fleetingly, as if the tendrilled remnants of some dream, or like a mayfly buzzing too close to the river’s dark surface—small, fitful, gone—no ripple of the dream from which even to rise, nothing to dream of
Why makes a thing last There are many questions that arise as one moves about the natural, architectural, and archeological wonders of Sicily. When did that thing come to be? Who created it? If in ruin, how did it get there? Why did it last for so long? The last