On the day I flew without safety lines for the first time, it was a Tuesday morning in April, the…
I stand in front of Port Authority in New York, bundled in fleece and faux down, scarf wrapped up to…
Mark left when the snow arrived. He’d shown up in Scranton last spring, his California tan ruddied from his time…
Inspiration—Origin: Middle English (in the sense “divine guidance”); via Old French from Late Latin. Literally, in spirit. My favorite piece…
A new follower on Twitter intrigues me. I’m a discerning Twitter follower. Just because you follow me, doesn’t mean I’ll follow…
“You never heart my posts on Instagram,” a dear friends complains. “I heart you in person,” I counter, perplexed. “I…
When a friend and I trekked in the Indian Himalayas a few years ago, the two words we most frequently…
Singapore’s Changi Airport is not just another airport. It is a destination onto itself. It’s Oz, the Emerald City, minus…
Last May, I stood aloft on the trapeze platform at Circus Warehouse in New York, holding the trapeze bar, my body…
November has always been the toughest month of the year for me. In the Northeast, where I grew up and…
