The doors open. A blast of soothing cold air. The smell of fruit. The sounds of excited chatter. Bright Hawaiian shirts. Trader Joe’s–I have arrived. One hour to wander the s[...]

It is 4:00 in the morning. I am sitting at my gate in the airport, and already downed half of my grande latte (with a dash of cinnamon). Amazingly, I had gotten myself out of bed a[...]