I recently wrapped up a series of tips from my book (on Medium) for anyone who dreams of spending extended time abroad. The goal of...

My husband’s grandfather, Louis Lipsky, immigrated from Slavuta, Ukraine 117 years ago. He left his native land for the US to escape...

When I started this blog, I promised myself I wouldn’t use any lightning-rod words that tend to send people scampering off to their...

At the height of the 2020 BLM protests, I commented on a thread in an Italian-American Facebook group that sparked fury. Statues of...

Overheard at the doctor’s office recently: “Do you identify as Caucasian or non-Caucasian?” A secretary was screening a patient over the...

In my recent post (Don’t Box Us In), I explored a subtle way our society perpetuates a sense of racial division, which had me wondering...

Last week’s post spoke to bridging cultural and philosophical divides, as told through the story of my own Jewish-Catholic marriage. This...

Picture the type of person you think represents society’s worst enemy today. Is it a Wall Street hedge fund manager? Proud Boy Q-Anon...

The Women’s March four years ago was a reflexive response by women who felt cheated by a system dominated by men since its inception. I’m...

“Do you think it’s possible that humans will ever evolve beyond war?” I asked, casually sprawled on the dorm lobby sofa. Mike’s response...

As evidenced in The Illusion of Progress, one thing that gets me through these ongoing moments of collective stress is to zoom out and...

Do you ever have dreams so visceral that it takes a while to get grounded in reality once you wake up? When I was about 13 years old, one...

A vicious catch-22 frustrates the hell out of me, particularly as a mother of daughters: we need more leaders who are women and people of...

Last week I shared a story about how an experience I had during our year abroad put me in the shoes of any new immigrant who’s ever come...

The heavy Florida humidity filtered through the air conditioner outside Sister Margaret Mary’s office. My labored asthmatic breath left...

The cheers in the stairway reverberated off the walls, giving us goosebumps as we waited to ascend into Scuola Mazzini in Genoa, Italy....

Growing up far from my big fat Italian roots in Chicago, the only cultural underpinnings that piggybacked into my adulthood were a...