Paris feels like a contemporary dance. To me, it is the rearranging of desks and chairs in Sherrye’s studio apartment, meandering through...

I am sitting at my studio desk and pathetically rant-blogging. The Italian class is next door and I can hear snippets of conversations...

Wednesday morning Thuan and I walked across the Tiber river and further east to the Vatican City. Along the way, we passed the Pantheon...