Author: Christine Cutler

Christine is a writer, photographer, editor, guide, teacher, traveler, Ohio native, Florida resident, and world citizen. She lives in Downtown St. Petersburg with her husband and crazy Welsh Terrier, but her can’t sit still very long. In addition to maintaining her own websites Cold Pasta and Red Wine and Christine Cutler, Christine is an executive editor of Food, Wine, Travel Magazine; a travel, non-fiction, and memoir writer; a photographer; an editor whose work has appeared in various publications; and president of IFWTWA. In addition, she has taught Spanish, English, and memoir, grammar, and business writing. A dual Italian-American citizen, she spends as much time as she can exploring Italy.

Spring Looks Good in St. Petersburg, Florida

“This is the reason we live in Florida,” I exclaimed to my husband when we were recently stuck in a blizzard in New York City. “I’ll take heat over cold any day.” He rolled his eyes because as much as I love warm weather, I always said I didn’t want to live in Florida. When […]

Color Peeping in Southern Utah

The desert southwest has a beauty all of its own. Crystalline blue skies hover above red rocks as cacti and palm trees stretch toward them. Desert dandelions and marigolds, California poppies and golden suncups, and desert lavender and sand verbena stand out against the terracotta and umber landscape in spring and summer. I lived almost […]

Hiking Through Sedona

When my husband was able to retire early about 10 years ago, we moved to Las Vegas for several reasons, one of which was our ability to take road trips all over the southwest. One of our favorite places is Sedona, a short four-to-five-hour drive from Las Vegas. Straddling Oak Creek and guarded by steep […]

Traditions Change

I grew up in a dual-ethnic household. My maternal grandparents emigrated from Italy while my paternal grandparents came from Austria. At Christmas, we spent half of the time celebrating the Italian traditions, and the other half of the time, we celebrated the Eastern European traditions. Christmas Eve started with a dinner with my father’s small […]