“What happens when London fog and Starbucks collide?” I said dramatically, a few minutes ago. My mom, my sister, and Judith all stared at me in confusion. “Is that an…

My heart has been fighting, every time I start to write a blog post: "Don't write of romance," it says. "Write about things of general interest--things like spiritual truths and…

I remember, a year ago, how uncertain I felt when I wrote my New Year's Eve post on my blog. I was in one of those dark periods of life,…

I'm trying, I really am, but sometimes my efforts feel as broken as the candy-cane from Canada that I just stuck in my coffee to make it feel like Christmas.…

I don't like to think that I'm a germ freak or a clean fanatic or anything. I like to think that I'm pretty flexible and easygoing. I don't like to…

I just got done baking cookies. I don't think they turned out very well, but it is possible that certain people may choke them down and say they are good…

This morning finds me a little happier, a little more at home here in the apartment in Bangladesh where I quarantine—a little less jetlagged, a little more like I might…