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Why I Became a Showgirl in Italy

In this creatively bleak époque, I was a modern dancer.

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The Day I Started Dating an Italian Named Giovanni

Days passed, and romance blossomed. Of course, it wasn’t mine. Lee started dating Pietro, the round, balding member of the trio while...

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My Escape from Genoa, the City of Sin

I filed the train statement away and after the show that night—at four-thirty in the morning—loaded my suitcases into the van with...

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Living the Lie of Domestic Tranquility

In retrospect I realize that my not having a boyfriend for all those years had given me a deep sense of failure. Not just failure, but a...

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How I Found My Way Back to Myself

I tried to re-assemble my life but nothing seemed to fit. The Fendi bag that Giovanni’s mother had given me stood out like a sore thumb...

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