Welcome :)

Pull up a chair.

I’m writing to you from my kitchen table. It’s where I write my letters, even when I live in Italy—which sounds romantic until you understand that Italian tables, much like American ones, are cluttered with dishtowels in need of folding and a smattering of crumbs. (Though the kind of crumbs—ah, those do vary from place to place, don’t they?)

If this read…