by Alison McFarlane I’m a desert rat. I love dry heat, hot salsa and icy margaritas. I just spent a sizzling 72-hour summer weekend exploring Tucson, Arizona and all of the above delicacies. I picked up the scent of deep, rich, dark-roast brew the first morning. Raging Sage, an independent coffee joint, provided the day’s…
Plastic surgery has leaped out of the taboo closet. And apparently, if you get 10 procedures in one day you can grab the cover of People magazine. A little nip and tuck to maintain a more youthful and refreshed appearance is more common in the 21st century than in past years. In recent years, tourism…
by Alison McFarlane There I was — alone in the desert with the Stones. When my son announced he wouldn’t spend his college spring break at home, I was filled with unseemly glee at the prospect of a solo season-opener. Yearning for wicked adventure without much time, Google quivered to a full stop at Red…
by Rachel Ward I was an Italian-ignorant, lone American girl who, according to every Italian I met, could pass for 17. Yet I braved the streets of Naples, Italy’s most crime-infested city, the gritty home of the mafia, more Cairo or Bangkok than Milan and the closest thing to extreme travel on the European circuit….
by Shelley Seale Beijing is a city with more than 3,000 years of recorded history and a glorious cultural heritage; yet it is also a bustling metropolitan that has given birth to an artistic youth movement in recent years. Today’s Beijing is a place where ancient historical sights stand side-by-side with a thriving avant-garde culture…
My question is – why the heck not? I suppose being single and living alone for nearly a decade before I got married at age 35 conditioned me to be comfortable in my own company. Nearly all of my friends married and had kids long before I did, so I grew accustomed to them not…
by Alexa Evans Apparently, you can have too much Sauvignon Blanc. Although I am admittedly quite fond of the herbaceous varietal, a taste I obtained while residing in New Zealand, I temporarily called a moratorium on all glasses of glistening white vino until I was certain they would no longer induce spinning rooms. The decision…