Every travel blog on the planet tells you the same thing: go to Singapore between February and April. They say it’s the “dry season.” They say the weather is pleasant. They are, for the most part, lying to you. Or at least, they’re just repeating what they read on a government tourism board website without …
Three years ago, I stood in the middle of Heathrow Terminal 5 with a roll of silver duct tape and a deep sense of personal shame. My ‘indestructible’ polycarbonate carry-on—which I won’t name yet, but you can guess—had split right down the seam because a gate agent decided to treat it like a shot put. …
Last Tuesday, I spent three hours sitting in my car in my own driveway because I couldn’t face going inside. It wasn’t that my house was messy or my family was annoying—though both were true—it was just that I needed a wall that wasn’t my wall. I needed a shower where the handle didn’t jiggle. …
