Postcards from Greece


Does the idea of boarding a boat for a week with eight strangers excite or scare you? Personally, I think it’s thrilling…some combination of both. At first they’re your skipper, or the one with the tattoos, or the faux hawk, or the mustache, or the tall blonde. But by the next day and a few hours spent together at sea they’re people that come from places, with names, stories, ideas, and jokes. Personalities. And all these people, they just begin to fall into place…



I know, I know…summer is the time for adventure and the days you should be anything but indoors. I have had my fair share of adventures lately. Perhaps that’s why I haven’t felt too much pressure to get out and about. But to be transparent, I’ve been going through “some stuff” too…

Postcards from Istanbul


There are some sounds you can’t avoid in Istanbul. Taxis honking for one. Traffic is a problem here. After all Istanbul is one of the largest cities in the world. How seventeen million people get around here daily baffles me, particularly when the taxi drivers don’t seem to know a single street name. Inevitably they end up on a one way headed upstream. This is what the horns are for, eastern standoffs on the narrow cobble stone roads of Galata.