Earlier this year, Paul and I slipped away from the kids to spend the weekend exploring Beirut. We had always wanted to visit together, but when we watched Anthony Bourdain become trapped in his hotel as the war began in 2006, we were left with great sadness. We had just gotten married and I’d just graduated from design school and landed my first job at an architecture firm. Paul was developing and selling commercial real estate. Our lives together had just begun and although we didn’t know exactly where we were headed now... Read The Rest →
Amman is a large and sprawling city of about 4 million, that doesn’t include the great number of guests, which include so many of the region’s refugees. Amman is largely monochromatic, its architecturally similar building style (an ordinance, I am told, put in place by the King) spreads out over the bumps of the city like a quilt over a resting body. There are few parks in Amman to which people flock on the weekends for picnics and any highway roadside in Jordan, with a bit of shade, is coveted picnic... Read The Rest →
A favorite photograph of mine from Unawatuna beach in Sri Lanka is the feature for a lovely travel piece in the Spring 2018 Issue of Town and Country, UK. Pick up the issue to be swept away to one of my favorite places on earth.
Petra is just a short, three hour drive, from our home base in Amman. One beautiful, fall Friday we load up and cruise out of town, music on, coffee in hand, while the kids spot dust devils spawning along the horizon from the back seat and the way back seat. Amman is built atop a series of hills and sends you down a luge of sorts each time you head out of town in any direction. You seem to descend to each destination from the center of the city, as if by airplane.... Read The Rest →
My arrival checklist in a new country, includes cataloging, collecting and sampling all that there is to know about a place. To dig deeper, without being intrusive, to be patient and to know that I have two entire years, where many travelers have just a few days and to simultaneously realize that I only have two years when some people have a lifetime. And just like earning the trust of a child, the relationship of a long staying guest in a new country comes with a certain delicate dance, a shy smile, a kind gesture, a... Read The Rest →
On the brink of another move this July (To Amman, Jordan in case you missed it!), my body and mind have begun to ramp up, once again, to weather what is said to be one of life’s most stressful occasions. Moving is a way of life for us. We’ve moved five times in the past seven years, and people always ask if moving gets easier. The answer is, “No, but you get better at it” or you quit. And I’m not a quitter. Although I did quit smoking once, but... Read The Rest →
I prefer to marvel over the bounty of a person’s garden than a person’s pocketbook. At the level which we are all one, where we tend to nature, from which we all came and raise bounty from mere seeds. We can all be equal when our fingernails and the cracks in our skin are soiled brown from sowing the same earth. I spent 10 years living in Palm Beach County, I’ll admit to times that I wanted it all: the lifestyle, the money and the beautiful, perfectly sculpted hedge wall.... Read The Rest →
I shot considerably less 35mm in India than I did 120mm. A roll of 35 could meander the streets with shots from a walk here or there and would often finish, forgetting where it started. When I’d finally sent it to be developed and it eventually made it’s way back to the USA, I’d often forgotten what was on it at all. Months later, small gifts would unravel in my inbox filled with frames of friendly faces and bright temple corners. Somehow in the chaos of our move back home... Read The Rest →
It feels as though summer may have sighed her final, warm sigh. I suppose the final days of summer are like the final days of your baby awakening in the night; you wish them away, begging for sleep, only to lie awake one night, longing for the sweet smell of that same baby curled in your lap in the still of the night. But she never calls. In the thick of it you feel like those nights will last forever, but then one day they are simply gone. Last week was still impossibly... Read The Rest →
The very first thing you learn in India, is to drink fresh lime soda. If it isn’t the first thing you learn, it should be the very second. In A Historical Dictionary of Indian Food, it is dubbed, “The supreme quencher of Colonial thirst.” A hit of sugar, which anyone will tell you is the breath of life in your 4:00 pm tea or coffee, just the boost you need to get you through the last hours of the day and well into the steamy and electrifying South India night. A dash... Read The Rest →
This is the dish from our time in Chennai, that I cook the most. It is equally as satisfying for breakfast with an egg and filter coffee as it is for lunch with an ice cold glass of sweet lime soda, and as good hot as it is cold. It appeals to the entire stadium of taste buds and senses, as it is a little crunchy, a little sweet and a little sour and salty, too. This dish, like most south Indian dishes, initially seemed intimidating, given it’s complex... Read The Rest →
Here is a super bowl I prepared and styled from Rich Roll’s, The Plantpower Way cookbook yesterday that was featured on set along with a few other plant-packed recipes. The show, “How to Eat Like an Olympian,” featuring Roll and a registered dietician with Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine, aired yesterday morning on WUSA Channel 9’s “Great Day Washington” morning show.