by Sarah Naimark Packing is an art. Being fully outfitted for the wrong kind of trip can be just about as fun as a wool turtleneck on the summer beach. It used to be that a travel toothbrush and your contact solution were all you thought you needed, but welcome to the world of traveling…
by Madeleine Zinn In considering my first article for Tango Diva, I contemplated writing about my time spent abroad or perhaps in New York, but finally settled on a subject much closer to my heart—my home. I hail from New Mexico, the Land of Enchantment: home to aliens, nuclear test sites, and Georgia O’Keeffe. Growing…
It took lots of courage to open the 8-pound FedEx package that was looming in my entryway. It was my edited manuscript and I knew that I had to start working on it ASAP. It is due back to Penguin in 15 days. But, the package was heavy and so were my thoughts about all…
by Cheri Eplin Spring is in the air! So much for new years when everyone promised to make changes to improve their lives. You know the drill: lose weight, quit smoking, and be nicer to people, blah, blah, blah. Truth is, not many resolutions last beyond the first week. Many promises we make to ourselves…
by Cheri Eplin Envision a world without television, cell phones, computers, or commuter lanes. Imagine floating almost effortlessly suspended, where your only neighbors are a sea otter, a bat ray, or a rockfish, and—hopefully—your diving partner. If you can picture that scene, then perhaps you can conceptualize the sport of scuba diving. Scuba diving might…
by Kelsey Nagie Living a posh lifestyle does not have to be put on hold when a time of much needed vacation arises. Luxury can be a year-round amenity, especially in times of travel, whether it be savoring a delicious, exotic feast in Morocco or searching for unique keepsakes to remember a fabulous vacation in…
by Stephanie Block Apparently, Friday is military payday. That’s when all the boys come out to spend their hard-earned money like so many campers leaving bunkbeds behind. They flood the bars of Waikiki from Kaneohe Bay and other bases—this island paradise is littered with them. Which is why, in my opinion, they call it paradise…