
Petra by Horse, Mule and Donkey
Elizabeth von Pier
It is early morning and the sun is casting shadows on the monumental canyon walls leading into the Siq, a half-mile narrow passage used to enter and exit the “rose city” of Petra in the Kingdom of Jordan.

Nature Knows No Borders
Jenny Wright
Early morning and dawn is beginning. I'm walking along the beach, breathing in whiffs of sea spray. White Rock’s’ lights are fading and ocean and skies turn blue against the backdrop of a glowing sunrise.
Pure Escapism at the Arizona Inn
Jane Cassie
The natural beauty of the Sonoran Desert embraces the cosmopolitan city of Tucson that sprawls over 495 square miles. Signature Saguaros stand at attention with their arms stretched skyward, proudly displaying their heritage.
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Ground Rules for Donald Trump Commentary
James Campion
A Template for “Covering” a Weird Presidency - As one can imagine, I have been getting a bevy of advice on what I should be writing or how I should be dealing with the emergence of this thing called Donald Trump
Joe Cool ... Out
James Campion
Our Journey From Hope To Change To Trump
Barack Obama is the only major party candidate for president I have ever voted for with gusto. And he shall be the last. That is my gift to him on his way out.

Quite A Year
James Skinner
No doubt about it! We’ve ended one of the most incredibly tumultuous years this century.
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Observations on Being Really Old
Martin Green
Let’s face it, when you reach the point of being really old, there are certain things you can no longer do.
Visit Laguna Anjuna Resort
Murli Menon in Goa
Goa is a paradise for all those who love the sun, the sea, the sand and the surf. Laguna Anjuna is a short walk away from Anjuna beach, one of the many beaches that dot the coastal highway from Goa to Kerala.
A Blindspot in Turkey
Nina Nooit
Ispir, a small town tucked away in the mountains behind Turkey’s Black Sea coast, in the historical area of Pontus, is a blind spot on any travellers’ map. I spent a few days there ...
Headed for the Devil’s Nose
Tyrel Nelson
The northbound coach charges into the night. Not a word can be heard; the roaring of the motor provides the soundtrack to an otherwise silent ride. Sporadic signs—temporarily visible via the bus’s headlights—break up the shadows lining the Pan-American Highway. |