It was our last day in Tbilisi, and Matt and I were zigzagging through the stalls and secret alcoves of the city’s famed Deserter’s Bazaar. Armed with negligible Georgian, fortified by curiosity, we were guided only by our eyes and noses. We were on the hunt for a sight, a smell, a taste to store … Continue reading Preserving Summer: Green Ajika
Summer Bounty Sandwiches for One There’s no easy way to get to Cooperstown. The road from New York City into the rural sleepiness of Central New York is long and winding, leading you through the suburban coldness of Albany and then along miles and miles of nothing but gas stations, crooked barns, antique shacks, and … Continue reading Summer Bounty Sandwiches
"Your card has been declined," the ticket kiosk flashed before spitting out my debit card. Riga and I were getting off on the wrong foot. I had just landed at the Riga International Airport after a cramped and pungent flight from Oslo courtesy of RyanAir. All I wanted was to get on a bus, find … Continue reading The Experience
My fear of missing out is nearly fatal, especially when it comes to opera. Each performance is a once-in-a-life time event in which the singers risk everything for the audience. Some nights are good, some are not. Then there are the nights that seep into your marrow and become a part of you, a part … Continue reading Wo bleibt Ebola?
"The weather today is not good," Lela says as we step onto the marshrutka, a tiny Soviet-era shuttle van ubiquitous in post-Soviet nations. As far as I can tell it is a typical October Saturday in Tbilisi. An overcast sky threatens rain, there was a gentle chill in the air, an opaque mist hurdles over … Continue reading Mists and Monasteries
Growing up in suburban New Jersey, in the Imagination Age before my parents capitulated and bought a computer, I'd spend weekend afternoons on the floor of my bedroom with my globe in my lap. While my sister was at softball practice, I'd close my eyes and give the globe a spin. A moment or two … Continue reading Oslo
"What are you working on?" They'd ask. And I would have no words to fill the silence, no words to fill the whiteness of a page or screen. I suppose that is the main reason I abandoned Manhattan for two months and exiled myself to Tbilisi, the capital of Georgia, Republic of. Land of snow-dusted … Continue reading To Write