by Stephanie Block I was wide awake at five a.m., but my body felt like lead. I’d been like that song, tossing and turning all night. In quiet desperation, I called United Airlines to see if I could get on a later flight. The noon non-stop to Philadelphia was wide open, they said, and I…
by Melissa Walters Day One: Finding My Legs What would the tropics be without a tropical storm? Within moments of my arrival, the bottom fell out of the sky. This gave me time to get unpacked (I brought more stuff than one person should ever take on vacation) and get acclimated to what will be…
by Stephanie Block I wouldn’t have met him if it weren’t for my Jimmy Choos. They were my first pair, and the first time I ever dared to wear them was at Jimmy’z nightclub in Monte Carlo. They were black, they were high, and they were christened with delicate, silver disco balls across the toe…
by Jennifer Brown In spring of 1997, I arrived in Japan to join my Japanese boyfriend who had just been transferred back to Kochi City following a two-year stint in New York City where we met. I was to spend three months in Kochi, a modest, regional city of approximately 300,000 on the Pacific coast…