The Magic Carpet Ride

What we came to see: rugs, sea, food, art and architecture.  What we left with: rugs (and a rug-seller friend named Gonzales), bloated bellies, and these glorious photos of  Istanbul (not Constantinople).

Alive in the World

Three years ago, I was pretty sure my days were numbered. I drank too much. I worried too much. My thyroid was broken (although I didn’t know it at the time). I was living (though hardly alive) in Abu Dhabi with my family. I had no idea how to fix myself. Until I did. I quit drinking….

Gut Instincts Over Good Manners in Lagos

There’s so much to say about my trip to Nigeria that I hardly know where to begin or end. Okay, I’ll jump right into the middle. I was in a car — in bumper to bumper traffic, on a bridge to Lagos Island from Lagos Mainland — when I realized that the petrol fumes coming…