03/17/2015 | | Travel Writer | Travel

The last time I saw the sun, it was setting over Tucson, Ariz.

Oggi and I started our cross-country drive in sunny Los Angeles. But somewhere in western Texas, we awoke to a cold drizzle, which turned into a week of rainstorms and unrelenting gray skies that we managed to follow, thanks to the jet stream, all the way to Boston. Where, as I write this a day after our arrival, the rain has just turned to — you guessed it — snow.

03/10/2015 | | Travel Writer | Travel

Along the boutique-dotted boulevards of Palm Springs, Calif., the most pressing issues of the day are delightfully trivial.

03/03/2015 | | Travel Writer | Travel

When I am asked about my least favorite airport, I never hesitate. While my relationship with JFK, my home base, is of the love-hate variety, there is no airport I loathe the way I loathe Frankfurt.

02/24/2015 | | Travel Writer | Travel

Few of us welcome snow in New York, where it perhaps looks picturesque for a half-hour in the park — but then mostly just snarls up commutes, collects in dirty piles on the corner and fouls up sidewalks with slush.

02/17/2015 | | Travel Writer | Travel

On my first visit to Sanibel Island, the skinny, kidney-shaped isle just off the coast of Ft. Myers, Fla., I learned about the “Sanibel Stoop.”

02/10/2015 | | Travel Writer | Travel

Somewhere east of Providence, R.I., the winter finally caught up with me.