I wrote a book, and I feel a bit like I am screaming into a void. 4.2 million books will be published this year out of the US alone, and that number doesn't really take into consideration the high capacity of AI-generating authors who are learning by the hour how to game the system. In case you're wondering, that is the population of the state of Oregon, and more than the population of Croatia All.New.Titles. And, we want multiple people to buy our books. Huff. I should feel

Chapter Mykonos I have entered many airports around the world, in many countries, without seeing the cities — as fleas on a cat;...

Chapter Iceland Iceland is a cold version of Hawaii — a frozen lava island with few and far-between conifers and birch trees. The small...

Maybe I was twelve when I last visited Charleston, South Carolina. It's not the same Charleston that I remembered. Of course, that was the mid-1980s, and the Country was rising out of an economic slump. That tall and awkward girl remembered the Market Hall being a much rougher location, and very near the Old Slave Mart building. In my mind, I think I mixed up the history of what happened where. Both buildings are within walking distance of each other; and both since renovated

It's good to travel. It's good to move to a new city and find your way around. It's good to be good people.

We made a critical error, a novice mistake — our bags were going past security and we were not. “Do we pick up our bags here?” I asked...