In a usually beautiful, but sometimes ugly country my chart reader told me I’d eventually end

The kitchen island was the perfect place for me and Jamie to eat Lisa’s fancy mac

Mykonos ain’t it. But you must take that with a grain of salt – which’ll likely

Like most things in my life, this tour, now affectionately called the Treat Yo’self to Self-Care

The Place: Forgive me for these notes of a version of paradise that will never be

5 years ago, leaving Brazil and coming back to the United States, after meeting some of

In Reykjavik, Iceland, Melissa jotted the gems I’ve been waiting for since the day she told

While we borrowed “gesundheit” to mean good health when someone sneezes, it translates into health and

We walked down Cora Berliner Strasse, hungry. It was a Sunday with a sky I felt