The Best Travel Books
I missed my train to Lisbon by thirty seconds. Not thirty minutes — thirty seconds. I watched the yellow tiles of the platform slide away through the window of the…
I missed my train to Lisbon by thirty seconds. Not thirty minutes — thirty seconds. I watched the yellow tiles of the platform slide away through the window of the…
I was 34 the first time I cried in therapy. Not about anything dramatic — not a trauma, not a loss. I was crying because my therapist asked me what…
I hit the wall on a Thursday, in a grocery store parking lot, holding a rotisserie chicken. I was 34, three years into running my own business, and I hadn’t…
I didn’t read science fiction for years because I thought I knew what it was. Robots, spaceships, aliens — the stuff of movies I’d outgrown. What I didn’t understand was…
I had the worst year of my life when I was 29. Not because anything catastrophic happened — no divorce, no job loss, no illness. Everything was fine, technically. I…