Body Scanners and Why They Worry Me, Part II

Continued from here. This is what I know: nearly a decade ago, several men hijacked passenger jets and flew planes into buildings in New York City and Washington D.C. Those…

Body Scanners and Why They Worry Me

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the new security measures involved in domestic and international air travel, about body scanners and enhanced pat-downs, and about the reasons for them,…

Free Things to Do in Any City

Since my budget is pretty much within the “nothing to under $5” range at the moment with a dwindling savings account and very unreliable “paychecks,” I’ve been trying to get…

If This Sweater Could Talk…

I am having a common predicament this morning.  I sit on my floor contemplating which part of the day to dress myself for.  My options:  the hot and sunny morning,…

On Travel and Fantasy.

The grouch in me wants to start this post with the standby gothic horror story introduction, “It was a dark and stormy night.” But that wouldn’t be entirely truthful. It…

Arachnophobia

How many of you are arachnophobes? Apiphobes? Ophidiophobes? If you raised your hand, you understand what I’m about to talk about. This post, like so many of my other recent…

The Psychology of Travel, Part 2

After my article last week looking at why travel is a basic human desire, I decided to play journalist and interview a few travel enthusiasts. My journalistic task was simple…

Happy Birthday Go Girls!!

What an exciting milestone, happy one year birthday Go Girl! In the past few years I’ve had too many milestones to keep track of, but the one that stands out…

Farewell to the City of Dreaming Spires

“Friends are the sunshine of life.”—John Hay I cheated, and nearly twenty minutes before my graduation ceremony from Oxford University was set to commence, I ripped open the contents of…

Six Months from Now

My Nina (godmother) told me last winter, “Megs, six months from now, you will look back on this situation and be amazed at how far you have come.”  I was…

Milestones- Beth

It’s noon and I’ve been working for hours at my kitchen table. It’s a bright table – I purchased the fabric from a market in São Tomé e Príncipe this…

Be Patient. Please?

Last weekend I took the train home from Boston to Rhode Island. I arrived at the station from my umpteenth job interview and I hadn’t eaten since an early breakfast…

My Big, American Family

Here they are again. You can hear them a mile away, like a siren. They’re unavoidable. AMERICANS. My eyes roll to the back of my head. They come in like…