by Michelle McAlister I fly down the hallway and frantically dig out the yellow pages from the kitchen drawer. I look under “H” for Hurricane. Hurricane Concrete, Hurricane Fencing, Hurricane Shutters… Sheets of rain slap the King palms that earlier shrouded my rented residence in lush secret coverage. The palms lay flat, flapping, wagging in…
Listen carefully, while you’re being pampered at the Bangkok Oasis Spa, and you’ll hear it – the faint sound of birds singing in nearby trees. Gentle, soothing and natural, the perfect aura of tranquility that city spas yearn to achieve comes naturally at Oasis Spas’ newest location in Bangkok. Spirit-soothing Zen gardens, beautifully entwining Banyan…
by Janet Bein, Young at Heart Diva No. I can’t stand on my head. I have no aspirations of doing so. And I still gaze in awe at my instructor when she twists herself into a pretzel. But after a year of attending yoga classes on a fairly regular basis two to three times a…
by Megan Whiteaker Whoever said it’s not the destination but the journey that counts must never have had to put up with an airport. Long lines, grueling security check points, bad weather, over-bookings and lost luggage — today’s skies are both physically and mentally exhausting. But breathe easy my fellow jetsetters, salvation has reared her…
by Pearl Dworkin, Beauty Diva Aren’t we lucky to be living in a time when we can take such good care of ourselves and preserve our skin’s youthful glow for many years? That being said, we can all up-level our skin care routines in ’07. You don’t have to be perfect every day—here are a…
by Cheri Eplin If Tony Bennett lost his heart in San Francisco, I found mine in Half Moon Bay. Located just 25 miles south from San Francisco, this seaside city usually boasts mild weather (with morning and nightly fog) but ironically welcomed me with unusually warm weather during my visit, which coincidentally paired with the…
by Jennifer Anthony Saturday morning in the Haight. I sit just outside San Francisco’s Circus Center , soaking up the warm February sun. As a steady stream of people parade by me, I am tempted to hum Sesame Street’s, “One of these kids doesn’t belong here, one of these kids isn’t the same…” The regulars…