The streets are free of debris as it is piled up in places where wooden structures were reduced to rubble. It’s hard to tell what was a building from what is simply trash, tied together in messy fashion by downed power lines. It looks like angry art on a canvas of debris.

The deafening sound of silence in what was once a bustling, crowded, vibrant seaside town, lingers in the air and fills the void. I haven't seen even one stray dog. Not one johncrow flying overhead. Just a single man with a shopping bag, something he seems to have picked up from a donation center, walking carefully through the deserted street. His head held down, shoulder bent from the weight of the world. Tears roll down my face as I stare at the sea through the gaping hole

Children going hungry is unacceptable for us so we help by providing food and give the unskilled father work when we can...

Navigating roadblocks from David airport, while praying to make it home in a reasonable time, we studied the landscape from the back of a...

As I celebrate and give thanks for seeing daylight at the beginning or end of 61st year of living (depending on who you ask), I bask in...

There is something romantic and idealistic about leaving it all behind and living on a less developed island in a houseboat or...

As Mike and I walk by the beach on the outskirts of the sleepy beach town of Puerto Armuelles on Panama's Pacific coast, we watch as a...

I have visited Grand Cayman no less than 20 times over the past 10 years on behalf of my client who has offices here. My trips usually...

Adulting is such hard work! I've been at it for 40+ years and still can't seem to master the art. I look around and wonder loudly to...

Leaf peeping in the Catskills

I'm so tired of hearing people say "we're all in the same boat" as a way of getting others to think like they do, or in an attempt to...

I'm not necessarily a fan of very cold weather and God knows I hate the heat, but recently I have been reliving my Antarctica experience...

The local joint where everybody knows your name like Cheers. The familiarity of knowing your neighborhood, your favorite Sushi...

I look out the window at bright blue skies as I get ready for the workday. Don't be fooled - the rain is coming as it has done for weeks...

It’s 7am and I’m sitting on the beach in Grand Cayman. Despite all efforts, the sun is firmly hidden behind thick clouds that predict rain.

As we get ready to end our amazing month in Costa Rica, the sun greets us with gusto. When they told me it that I’d be traveling in the...

Its 6:30am in the middle of October and the Pacific town of Manuel Antonio is already buzzing with life. The National Park opens at 7am...