Inside Magazine - Spring 2007
Journeys - A Permanent Piece of Americana

Baseball is not and never has been our passion. So friends thought it was odd that we as a family planned a weekend excursion to Cooperstown, N.Y. -- best know as the home of the National Baseball Hall of Fame.

"Cooperstown is Americana," I explained. It's an intact Colonial village set on a glimmering lake in rural upstate New York. And on this particular weekend, we would see the sweet pastoral life in living color at the Farmers' Museum, an authentically recreated 1845 farm village with heritage breeds, a blacksmith, printer, cheesemaker and other artisans who help create a bygone era. Read Story (PDF)

Boca Magazine - September/October 2002
Roughing It

My husband and I paused to drink in the painterly autumn vision. But instead of breaking out the picnic our hoteliers packed for us -- smoked salmon, roasted pepper focaccia sandwiches, homemade brownies and a bottle of Chardonnay -- we decided to save it to enjoy amid another type of splendor.

So we hightailed it back down the mountain and back to The Point, a private sanctuary hidden deep in the woods on Upper Saranac Lake in New York's Adirondack Park. Back to our retreat, we ambled down a short path to a lean-to perched on the rocky promontory for which The Point is named. Read Story (PDF)

Time-Out New York - July 6, 2000
The Promised Land

On a sun-soaked May morning last spring, a piercing two-minute siren brought Israel to a halt, as it does every year on the Nation's Remembrance Day. People everywhere stood in silence, heads bowed, to commemorate soldiers who have died for the country, including those who perished during Israel's capture of the Golan Heights from Syria in the Six Day War of 1967. Read Story (PDF)

Fox News - October 4, 2000
Le Wild West

Jacques Bon grinds the rickety quatre x quatre (four-by-four) to a halt and peals with delight. "Look, his mouth is full of milk," he says, pointing to the frothy-lipped calf that has ambled to the side of the car.

Bon is taking me on "safari" through Le Mas de Peint, his delightful gentrified dude ranch in France's Camargue region. His Provencal-style cowboy garb and swashbuckling gait have made him something of a legend 'round these parts of the south of France. Read Story (PDF)

The Bergen Record - January 21, 1996
Life Moves At Leisurely Pace in Picturesque Colonial Town

San Miguel de Allende wakes up slowly.

It's after 9 a.m. on a Tuesday, and shopkeepers brush brooms along rough cobblestone streets around the main square. A shoeshine man waits for a pair of dusty shoes to buff. An Indian woman, wrapped in a blue-fringed shawl, hobbles toward the plaza, a tub of freshly cut flowers on her shoulder. Read Story (PDF)