Changing planes between here and there the other day, I had just enough time to indulge in another American fast food treat unavailable in Germany, Cinnabon. Conveniently positioned directly in front of my gate, the delicious scent beckoned to me as I made my way up the jetway to the...
It’s hard not to get nostalgic bombing around my hometown, Seattle, in the same car that I learned to drive in 17 years ago. The steering wheel is looser now, almost squirrelly. Many of the passenger doors don’t quite open and the knob falls off...
There’s a new color in the sugar bowl, yellow, the color of fear. Growing up I remember playing with those familiar little white packets of sugar at the restaurant table. I would fan them out, admiring the artfully drawn but poorly registered pictures of the Space Needle and other local...
After a hectic day of scooting around Los Angeles with my mother, pulling together details for my sister’s looming wedding day, we decided to relax with a margarita and Mexican food at Pancho’s, a Manhattan Beach favorite. Living in Berlin I have little opportunity to enjoy anything resembling authentic Mexicali so...