Does my name belong to me? Does my face? What about my life? My story? Why is my name used to refer to events I had no hand in? I return to these questions because others continue to profit off my name, face, and story without my consent. Most recently…

One of the unexpected gifts from my wrongful conviction is that I have become acutely aware of the cognitive biases that we are all susceptible to, and thus better able to avoid them in my own thinking. One reason I still receive so much vitriol is THE ANCHORING BIAS: the…

[For an audio reading of this essay accompanied by further discussion, see this bonus episode of my podcast, Labyrinths.] [Italian text below] It has been my fate to bear the infamy of Meredith Kercher’s tragic death, an infamy that belongs to her forgotten killer: Rudy Guede. Despite leaving his DNA…

What my wrongful murder conviction showed me about how to get through 2020 — This year— with its seemingly never-ending pandemic and economic recession and with the president and his enablers threatening our democracy — isn’t just disorienting and sickening. It’s also deeply familiar. It’s been five years since I was definitively acquitted for a murder I didn’t commit, and I’m still unsure what…

Eight years after my release from an Italian prison, I’m still someone else’s story — I’ve had more than my fair share of surreal moments. You probably know the obvious ones. The moment an Italian court declared me guilty of a murder I didn’t commit was mind-breaking. Up until that instant, I thought my innocence was a guarantee of my freedom. I was wrong. The…