Travel
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Tokyo is a city that never really sleeps. It hums, it glows, it moves like electricity through glass. But that is not the Tokyo I chase. The one I love lives quietly behind it all, in the soft hum after the song ends. It is the Tokyo that hides under stairways, down narrow alleys, and
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Every morning I go down to the onsen in our hotel and soak for about a half hour. It has become a ritual for me, not just relaxation but something deeper. The Japanese onsen is steeped in centuries of tradition. There is a right way and a wrong way, and before you go, you must
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The Real-Life Horrors Behind My New Book, Gorilla Take a moment and really think about this. You’re at a park. A stranger bumps into you, just a casual brush. But with that touch, they smear something onto your skin. It feels slick, maybe slimy. You might not even notice. A few hours later, you start
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I was talking with my husband, Rick, the other day—just one of those quiet moments after we’d dropped our bags and taken a deep breath. We’ve been on the road for a month now, weaving our way from one city to the next, and I could tell he sensed something in my mood. Madrid had
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When I was little, my mom told me she was going to redecorate my room. I remember the thrill of choosing paint swatches—so deep a royal blue it felt like diving into the night sky. As the first coats went on, the room took on a hushed glow, and we pressed glow‑in‑the‑dark stars into the
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I was in the St. Louis airport going through immigration after flying in from Mexico just this week. They are doing random extra vetting. The family right in front of me was sent into an extra vetting room while I was let through. They can search your phone—so make sure you don’t have anything on
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“Gone fishing” has always been my favorite way to announce an adventure—back when it meant heading out on a well-earned vacation. And now, my husband Rick and I are truly “gone fishing” for memories over the next month. Our journey kicks off this Thursday as we head to St. Louis for a week-long family reunion.
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A few years back, I found myself wandering through Rome’s enchanting Piazza Navona, completely captivated by its timeless beauty. I paused in front of Bernini’s famed fountain—one of those mesmerizing spots that just pulls you in. That’s when I first heard the local lore: couples who fail to circle the piazza in a strict clockwise
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I woke in the night, taking a moment to adjust my eyes to the darkness of the room. A faint light filtered through the windows, casting fleeting shadows whenever a car passed on the street below. Hearing movement, I sat up in bed and glanced around, but there was nothing to see. I lay back down,
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The narrative describes a stay at Kyria Boutique House in Athens, amidst extreme heat and historic charm. The protagonist experiences a ghostly vision of Aliki, a woman from the hotel’s past, conveying deep sorrow for her lost love, Giovanni. This encounter evokes reflections on timeless romance and connection to history.
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