Red, White, and Guns
I am from Florida. Most of my family still lives in Florida. I want my heart to break for the school victims, I want to cry and scream,...
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sabrina lloyd
Nov 9, 20122 min read
You can’t go home again
I keep thinking of Hilary Mantel, winner of the Booker Prize, twice. The New Yorker did a wonderful article on her in which she...
sabrina lloyd
Aug 30, 20122 min read
Bits
There are quite a few things that have surprised me here in Rome. Of course I come from a bias of NY Italians and the Sopranos, but I...
sabrina lloyd
Jul 10, 20121 min read
Listing
As my sojourn in the states comes to an end and Italy looms closer every day, I find myself reflecting on all I will miss and the things...
sabrina lloyd
Mar 22, 20122 min read
Warm milk
Yesterday, I went to Korea. I soaked in soft mineral baths and steamed out a week’s worth of wine before following a tiny Korean woman...
sabrina lloyd
Nov 2, 20112 min read
Breaking bread
I love how Italians eat lunch. The middle of the day is not just a stop to refuel, to grab something on the go, to get to the next point,...
sabrina lloyd
May 17, 20111 min read
The advice
My husband was recently in Yemen for work. One afternoon, during lunch, an unnamed official from the Ministry of Education kindly offered...
sabrina lloyd
May 16, 20112 min read
Empire State of Mind
I feel the pull. I think it started with a picture. Or maybe it was just a word. But the roots I felt were slipping, slowly untangling...
sabrina lloyd
May 12, 20112 min read
Take a deep breath
I am going to paint a picture for you. Imagine a small windowless room down a flight of stairs in a nondescript strip mall in the...
sabrina lloyd
May 11, 20113 min read
Problems of the privileged
Kampala, Uganda I remember once when my husband (then boyfriend), who had just come back from Kenya, sat listening to me patiently in NY...
sabrina lloyd
May 5, 20114 min read
The dog ate it
What some girls have for shoes, I have for rugs. Old, dusty, antique floor coverings make my heart pitter-patter like an untrained little...
sabrina lloyd
May 2, 20111 min read
Beatification
Yesterday, Rome filled and flooded with those who had come to see Pope John Paul II beatified. Not wanting to fight the crowds at the...
sabrina lloyd
May 1, 20111 min read
Nobody cares where Jack Layton was born
As a displaced Canadian, my husband occasionally (continuously) touts political systems that have more than two parties, more than red...
sabrina lloyd
Apr 28, 20112 min read
The Princess of Rome
One day in Uganda I was picking up our daughter from a play date and wanted to take her picture with her friends. There were two little...
sabrina lloyd
Apr 27, 20111 min read
Start them early
I was wondering today, as I drank my fourth cup of espresso and felt my heart pounding in my toes, how the Italians do it. Espresso,...
sabrina lloyd
Apr 23, 20114 min read
Roberto and Orte
Feeling the need to get out of the smoke and noise filled city, we decided to head to Orte yesterday for a little medieval town...
sabrina lloyd
Apr 20, 20112 min read
La dolce vita
Italians love their sweets. For breakfast it’s always, always dolce. You cannot find a plain croissant in Rome. Most are stuffed with jam...
sabrina lloyd
Apr 13, 20111 min read
Reflections
I had a very interesting conversation yesterday with an African-American now living here in Rome. I brought up the subject of racism and...
sabrina lloyd
Apr 8, 20111 min read
The American
In my Italian language class the teacher went around the room and asked each of us where we were from. I was the lone American. An hour...
sabrina lloyd
Apr 7, 20112 min read
Prairie voles
I recently read an article about prairie voles. When boy p. vole meets girl p. vole and sparks fly they embark upon a 24-hour...
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