For Dessert, Millefoglie di Racism

Five coffee cups arranged in semi-circle with varying levels of milk

A thousand bitter layers, worse than an Aperol Spritz.

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Report: Pakistani Migrants Force-fed Cheese by White Lady

Wooden board with cheeses, crackers, nuts, appetizers

I attempt to prove I'm a competent adult, despite what my plumber thinks.

Libya, Italia, Bublé: All I Want For Christmas is Asylum

An empty raft/boat in the middle of water

Baby L swayed back and forth in her mama’s womb as they crossed the sea to Italy.

The Girl Who Got Her Italian Residence Permit (For Real This Time)

Hand stamps a piece of paper with wooden stamp

Too legit to quit, ragazzi.

How to Almost Get Your Italian Residency Permit

Old iron gate with spikes partially lowered over stone arch

Italy is a gorgeous country with delectable food and fascinating history, but (1) You already know that. (2) It’s more fun to write about dumpster fires. So, here’s another one of my infernos.

Stranger Danger Isn’t Real at Dinnertime: Milan Airbnb Experience

Pasta making machine with hand holding noodles

I don't enjoy cooking but I do like homemade Italian food and interesting dinner companions.

Becoming Italian Part 5 (or How to Get Legit in Italy – Permesso di Soggiorno Continued)

Woman holds "Like a boss" mug

“What I did today and yesterday is not arrogant, it’s just proactive,” Renzo explains.

Being the Coddled Daughter (or How to Use Your Privilege in Italy)

Lady bug crawling on plant - sign of luck

I’m looking forward to the day when I don’t feel like a 10-year-old only daughter whose adoption papers were just finalized.

Becoming Italian Part 3 (or How to Get Legit in Italy – Marriage Certificate)

Marriage Certificate

“You and your husband have the exact same birth date?” the Milan city hall employee asks me. "No, no, we don't," I say, showing her my passport while a nice cup of anxiety brews in my belly.

Becoming Italian Part 2 (or How to Get Legit in Italy – Codice Fiscale + Tessera Sanitaria)

Italian jets in sky form colors of Italian flag next to angel statue

We head to Agenzia delle Entrate to get my codice fiscale (more or less an Italian social security number) and tessera sanitaria, a card that will allow me to enroll in the public health system in Italy (suck it, Paul Ryan).