By Samantha Childress
In the three years I’ve been an expat, I have always managed to make it home for the holidays. I’ve never batted an eye at the 24 hours it takes to make it back to California from the Middle East; participating in the family Christmas is just too important to miss. Read More
By Dennis Keen
A custom-made house beat, urgent with Turkic throat singing, streams through a buzzing dining room softened with adobe and felt at trendy Auyl, a hot new restaurant in the Kazakh capital of Almaty. Read More
By Michael K. Cobb
One of my few gifts is an ability to predict the future. Not in a prophetic sense, but by seeing and understanding trends as they unfold. For 13 years (1986-1998) the computer industry around Washington, DC, was my playground. My expertise was to forecast the prices of computer components years into the future to help my clients win large contracts. Read More
By Pallavi Aiyar
It took me close to two years of living in Japan before I lost my onsen-virginity. By this time, I’d acculturated to the point of dreaming of sushi. I’d joined a taiko (traditional drumming) dojo, attended incense appreciation classes, and learned to initiate conversations with references to the state of flowers. Read More
By David Lepeska
A few days after I arrived in Kashmir, I’d just gotten into the car with Sajjad, my editor, when I told him I’d like to get my own transportation. “But you don’t need it – Abid can give you rides,” he said. Read More
By Mark Stratman
I waited until late in the day, thinking it’s best to drive this kind of truckload out of the jungle after dark. A gringo driving a big pickup across central coastal Belize with an oversized load of palmy green leaves obscuring its tail lights would surely draw unwanted attention. Read More
By Monisha Rajesh
Seventeen hours into my journey from Stockholm, I shuffled up to the window as the sun began to burn through the clouds. Skeletal and buried to the waist in drifts, the trees were now white and laced together, branches touching, like a child’s paper chain. Read More
By Samantha Childress
In the three years I’ve been an expat, I have always managed to make it home for the holidays. I’ve never batted an eye at the 24 hours it takes to make it back to California from the Middle East; participating in the family Christmas is just too important to miss. Read More
