by Christine Ann Guth Those of you who know me are aware that if something disastrous yet strange is going to happen, it is going to happen to me. I don’t just back into any car—I back into a CNN van covering the Presidential primaries and carrying a $100,000 camera. I don’t have just a…
by Michelle McDermott Want to feel like you have arrived? Check into MONDRIAN. If this tall, elegant hotel situated on Sunset Boulevard was a supermodel, it would be Naomi Campbell! Why? Like Naomi, MONDRIAN has the world at its feet and it doesn’t give a damn, darling! Converted from a 1950’s apartment building and with…
by Kristin Pedroja People usually associate Venice with romance, Casanova, and the melodious lull of gondoliers paddling lovers through the night. Whatever! I find Venice to be one of the most inspiring and fantastic places to visit, either alone or with girlfriends. I just got back from another precious forty-eight hours in this amazing place…
by Kelly N. Patterson “This bus is going to fall,” I cried out in my Swahili 101. It was both a statement and a question. The Buddha-bodied, sarong-wrapped woman to my right laughed at my big worried eyes. “No, young sista,” her electric white teeth glowed through me. Hamna tabu, no problem. Her corpulent arm,…
www.JohnnyJet.com —Teresa * * * * Johnny Jet’s Journal Greetings from—you may not believe this—Iceland! I was fortunate to be invited on Icelandair’s inaugural flight from the West Coast (San Francisco) to Reykjavik, and tour Iceland for a week. I admit it: At first I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go. I checked out…
by Christie O’Keefe Picture yourself on a long stretch of white sand beach. You’re carrying your brand new Gucci tote and you’re enjoying an aperitif while watching the sun set over the ocean. Checking your watch, you realize you need to leave for your dinner reservation at a chic restaurant owned by a famous chef….
Gene Fowler said: “Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.” That is how I feel about editing. I hate it. I hate staring at a set of words I once wrote with passion and verve, only to be forced…