I Fall Asleep Everywhere And My Life is...

3rd Jan, 2017

  So, wait, you’re a travel writer? Well, kind of. I mean, I travel a lot and I write about it, but I don’t know if my blog is actually…

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I Wore a Hijab in Turkey. Here’s...

6th Dec, 2016

The most common question I get from women who found out I’ve been to Turkey is this: What did you wear?   The answer is pretty much exactly what I…

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Turkey: First Impressions

4th Nov, 2016

I’ve learned a funny thing about books. Even when I think I’m done with one, I’m not. This is true, I’ve found, of both the books I’ve read and the book…

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My Husband is More Stylish Than Me. And...

25th Jul, 2016

I have a confession. My husband, Rand, is more fashionable than me. This is contrary to everything that movies and television have taught me, where the female sex is supposed…

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The Mathematics of Churros, Valencia,...

30th Jun, 2016

  The proprietor stands behind the counter, eyeing us warily. “How many do you want?” he asks. Lisa and I look at each other. “Maybe twenty?” she offers tentatively.

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In the Wake of Tragedy, I Make Him...

13th Jun, 2016

    Yesterday, I left the house without kissing him goodbye. I thought I might wake him if I did that, and I wanted him to sleep, and to delay…

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An Open Letter to the Class Instructor...

9th Jun, 2016

Dear … um … Crap. I’ll be honest, I didn’t catch your name as it was shouted over your headset. Tamblynn? Is that even a real name? Or just a dehydration-induced…

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Stay on the Damn Path: A Lesson Learned...

7th Jun, 2016

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, that was well-trodden and safer and less likely to be the stomping ground of rabid…

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Predatory Hunt: Powerscourt Estate,...

2nd Jun, 2016

“Dear god,” I told him when I saw the photo. “I look positively predatory.” Rand laughed. “You do,” he agreed. “You look like you are hunting me.”

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