Our hopes were measured in meters and they soared up from a fjord into the crisp blue sky. My family’s train journey on the much heralded Flåm Railway came at the midway point of our week in Norway, thus serving as the emotional pivot of our spring break adventure. With […]
It’s often described as a tightrope but that’s not terribly accurate; there is no risk of falling off either side. This period of life, the immeasurable, undefinable, delicate space between childhood and young adulthood, is more akin to finding yourself in the middle of a meadow. It can be peaceful […]
The ride is advertised as taking anywhere from 30 to 45 minutes, but feels twice that. The sun-worn digital clock in the center of the dashboard tells the truth; but two hours could have easily passed before the potholes, gravel, and dusty congestion of Belize City gave way to virgin […]
I was knee deep in Broadway ticket costs and needed a cheap place to crash in or around the theater district; I’m all about the subway and prefer Lower Manhattan if I had my druthers but quickness and ease of movement as we museum-ed and Broadway-ed for 28 hours was […]
Controversial ideas, I’ve had a few. None, however, are proving as outlandishly controversial as one of my ideas espoused in my newest article for Family Vacation Critic. How’s that for a tease? Click through to discover that controversial idea and a handful of other best contrarian vacation destinations for families […]
The internet tells me that people are not only making a New Year’s resolution for this New Year but that they are picking words for 2018; a single word in some cases or an entire sentence crammed together devoid of spaces like a social media hashtag. Others are simply doing […]
As a general rule, rarely ever is it desirable to pull back the curtain on the glistening sports car or the pricey speed boat at the very beginning of a game show. This was the opening meal, but that wasn’t the plan. November 2017’s #LoveAmelia ManFAM press trip was forced […]
It certainly plays more cinematic in my mind than it did on the dew-covered pitch that Saturday morning some 30 years ago but the fact remains, I was smashed in the face by the ball, then by a cleat from the opposing team’s #9. Things went dark for a bit. […]
