I hope that in my previous post I conveyed the idea that the Prosecutor – in order to test my trial worthiness – made attempts to mess with my account of what happened between me and Marco. Though I was supposed to…

Where I last left things, I had just locked myself in the Courthouse bathroom.… There I was, clutching a door knob that cared not what I wished it to do. I began to bang on the door. I could hear…

I just returned from my quick trip to Little Rock, Ark., and feel I must type this post before bed because my brain is snapping with a zillion things to say and thoughts to complete. And before I get to…

While preparing some comments for my speech tomorrow at the Clinton School, I came across an article I had read awhile back when I was actively seeking information about the legal precedents on rape and sexual assault in Italy. Any…

Continued from Back on the Scene… Upon returning from my morning of sleuthing with my Mom and my bodyguard, Eddie, I hopped in the shower because Lord knows it was hot as all get out. Humid too. And I was…

At least once per week, I am approached by someone who has read my story and wants to thank me, encourage me or tell me how it touched their lives. I consider these moments little gifts – like mini Valentine’s Day…

Please know that I feel terrible when I let days pass without posting. These days, I am typing one-handed, with my left hand, and it’s a challenge. Conditions should improve in about 2-3 weeks, so hang in there. As I…

As I work on my next long post, I wanted to take a moment to recognize National Girls and Women in Sports Day. I cannot stress enough the role that sports played in developing my physical abilities, self-confidence, competitive spirit…

As mentioned previously, the Public Prosecutor of Rome requested an in-person interview with me for early June. With just a few weeks’ time to prepare, I organized a two-day trip for myself (at significant expense) as did my parents so they…