Scribbling on the hotel notepad with a pencil, I wrote a dire note to my husband. I tore it off and handed the paper to him. “Can you chew some gum and drop it in my mouth?” We were in an ornate Venetian hotel room for our wedding anniversary. The most romantic request I had is for...

Three days into my trip to Hawaii I heard someone say the magic words: Maui goats. There were goats on Maui! My vision became tunneled, my mind: one-tracked. There was no getting off this island without a visit to the Surfing Goat Dairy. For days I looked forward to the experience.

When I was 21, one of my best friends moved from St. Louis, Missouri to Austin, Texas. After my first to Hamilton Pool, Sixth Street and eating burritos the size of my face, I was hooked. I planned to move there. Friendly, filled with music and freethinking artistic types, it was my dream city.

Polar bears are heart-meltingly adorable, right? They have an incredibly positive public perception. From what I can tell, they enjoy ice skating, drinking carbonated beverages and they love to wear colorful scarves because their necks get cold.

“I love this flight!” Doug, our guide, pats his pocket. “I don’t have to check my Swiss Army knife AND we get to drive right up to the plane.” Even though I’m not sure what defense a Swiss Army knife will be against a polar bear, the fact that we can carry it on does feel like we’re getting away with...

“You like the cold.” This was an actual statement made to me on my recent trip up to Churchill, Canada. I was instantly incredulous. Only insane people like being cold. But I allowed the statement to sink in. This was my second trip to the sub-arctic in as many years. Gasp! Who am I??

Somewhat like what I image an Inuit fever dream to resemble, a blur of thick whitish fur swam past me and then up and over my head. For a moment, two huge, round polar bear paws stood directly above me, adorable black pads flattened against the clear barrier separating us.

"I wish it was winter already" Molly, who works at the Iceberg Inn says, throwing off her coat to reveal a tank top. "It's like spring out there." Bundled in various layers of wool long-sleeved shirts and sweaters, I look at her. My beanie creeps over my eyebrows again. I can’t get warm.

There is a beloved book; a book about a talkative and dramatic young girl named Anne that was written in the early 20th century. This classic novel, set on a grassy green chunk of land in Atlantic Canada compels...

“I've never heard that before, that it was someone's dream to come to Halifax.” Jenn, my server at The Five Fisherman looked at me with bemusement. As a Titanic devotee, Halifax has been the omega for me. I’ve been to...