Category Archive: Creative Nonfiction

The Incidental Roman Affair, Part III: Rome at Night

At night, Rome sizzles with a subtly sensuous sheen. As tourists retire to their luxury suites and their budget hostels, as shops lock their doors and street vendors return home, the city’s historic center –its Centro Storico– eases away… Continue reading

The Incidental Roman Affair, Part II: Dinner Date?

I guess you could say it started with a kiss – a Perugina Bacio, that is. Shortly after introducing me to delectable hazelnut chocolates with love notes, Nicolò goes off to work, and I proceed… Continue reading

The Incidental Roman Affair, Part I: Gelato e Baci

It’s a pleasantly crisp February morning as the sun shines brightly over Piazza del Risorgimento. Mischievous gusts of wind whip through narrow, cobbled streets as The Eternal City relishes a leisurely start to another wonderfully… Continue reading

The Real Turkish Delight

I’m at Pasaport Kontrolü (Passport Control) in Ataturk Airport, Istanbul, patiently answering questions from the immigration officer…while also observing that said officer’s colleague, seated beside him in the very same kiosk, has already… Continue reading

Istanbul: The Grand Bazaar & The Bosphorus

Efficient porters deftly weave through the crowds, bearing trays of hot, caffeinated goodness. It’s always a good time for çay, Turkish tea, or Türk kahvesi, Turkish coffee. Shop after shop, stall after stall,… Continue reading

Benvenuta in Italia, A Short Story

Jolting awake with the thunderous sound of a loaded 747 kissing the runway, Caroline begrudgingly opened her eyes and silently cursed airplanes for inhibiting sleep. As she slowly collected her thoughts, the captain’s… Continue reading

Sevillana Style

  Shiny black flamenco shoes play hide-and-seek beneath a swirling turquoise skirt. Swift feet alternately stomp the small stage with frantic taps and controlled shuffles. Myriad hands clap in syncopated tempo around a… Continue reading

Digging Into the Italian Coast

I’m absentmindedly shoveling away another bucket of dirt, and another, until I hear a familiar “Basta.” Enough. I stand upright and use my shovel for support as I catch my breath. When I… Continue reading

One Sweet Holiday

The familiar scent of freshly baked, coconut-topped bibinka wafts toward me as I wend my way to the overly laden dessert table. My lusty sweet tooth kicks into overdrive, and suddenly, all I… Continue reading