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. …

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…