Ahhhhh, kissing under the mistletoe! You have it all planned: after partaking in some holiday cheer, you’ll maneuver your object of desire into the door frame where the familiar green twig with white is hangin (if it has red berries it’s Holly, not mistletoe), and you kiss the hell out of
This was supposed to be a light-hearted article about what to argue about with your family and friends through the holiday season now that there’s no need to argue about politics anymore. Well, so much for that. Realistically speaking, non-political discussions are fun, but when things really get going, they
Seven years ago I was standing in the crowd under the arcades in St. Mark’s Square in Venice, waiting for the storm to pass. It was a warm August night and I don’t remember if rain had been forecast. The crowd grew restless, more rain could mean that Leonard Cohen,
There are occasions where a selfie stick would allow for a photo that cannot ever be taken again. I can vouch for that: I went to the city of Palmyra some time around the turn of the millennium and I was the only person there. Thus I have no picture
That wasn’t very pleasant. You see, I am a Slovenian, and for 72 hours after Melania Trump gave “her” speech at the convention barely an hour has gone by without some wiseass sending me a joke, an anecdote or a witty comment. Yes, I can see the funny side of
A day that begins with several explosions that leave tens of people dead and hundreds wounded is a bad day. Today, the bad day was in Brussels. I’m not there, but several of my friends are. They were lucky to have escaped mostly unharmed, but it was a scary and tense morning.