Mavericks

I’ll be wandering the Palazzo Pitti courtyards soon, surrounded by the world’s most impeccably dressed men. Pitti Uomo. Florence. Men’s fashion week. Fashion has always been my first love. It’s daily self-expression. And I adore that. The tilt of a hat. The peek of a pocket square—or alluring lingerie. The […]

Greetings from Malta! Or so I hope—the only thing that can happen to a plan is that it changes. 😉 I’m excited to savor this place, and to wander its mysteries with dear friends. When I return, I’ll tell you all about it. In the meantime, I’m pulling reflections from

It wasn’t always natural for me to travel alone. At 22, just out of college, I was living life on rails. Great education, top consulting job in NYC. All the trappings of an upwardly mobile, high performance life. But rails nonetheless. Guard rails. Achievements, certainly. But predictable, as long as

Full on. Then? Kaput. I have that pattern. By the time you’re reading this, I’ve just finished walking the West Highland Way in Scotland—another vitality reset. Three years ago it was the Camino, 16 days from Lisbon to Santiago de Compostela. And the Camino? I highly recommend. It is much

Headnet for midges. Zip-on rain gear. Buff for intense sun. This is my packing list for Scotland’s West Highland Way—and it made me wonder if I was in my right mind. Isn’t this supposed to be a holiday? A getaway with friends? My thru-hiking son calls this “Type 2” fun.

Happy Mother’s Day—to our mothers, to the sons and daughters of mothers, to all of us. There’s something very special about mothering energy. That caring. That commitment. That unwavering love. At least that was my experience, with my mother, with my grandmothers, even with my grandmother-in-law who tenderly called me