I wrote a book…

I wrote a book…

I wrote a book. Count those words. There are only four. Such a simple sentence. But in reality, they add up to something quite monumental—at least in my life. I’ve got a real urge to climb the tallest mountain and shout them out to the high heavens: “I wrote a book!”...
Giro d’Italia/Israel

Giro d’Italia/Israel

For whatever reason, most people agree that everything Italian, is, automatically, bellissimo. It doesn’t matter whether one’s referring to the linguini, the gelato, the focaccia, or the pizza; whether to those tiny little cafés that specialize in...
Yellow Days

Yellow Days

Today was one of those yellow days. Anyone that lives in the Middle East knows exactly what I’m talking about. I’d expect that those of you who don’t, have absolutely no idea. The best I can do is describe precisely what a yellow day is like: It...