A Day of Milanese Meals

Here in Italy, when I think of food— I think of memories. I think of laughter. I think of conversations with friends that last late into the night.

Melanin in Milan: Finding My People Abroad

Being a Black student attending a predominantly white university, I’m used to being among a small handful of students of color within a student organization or the only Black person enrolled in a class. Within my academic specializations (Creative Writing and Opera Performance), there are even fewer Black students. Of course, I’ve been able to …