My Aunt Peggy had a glorious whiskey voice—like Demi Moore. Unlike Demi, Peggy shared my DNA—plump from the word “go”—and oh, how I loved...

A Fable You’ve Heard Before But Hear Me Out I Have A Point Once upon a time in the far, far ago, there was a brutal bastard of a king....

Neither Burl Ives nor Nat King Cole ever covered it (as far as I know), but there’s an old Christmas carol from my father’s four-hour...

It's only SLIGHTLY mean because I refuse to name names. Here's the thing: Even before I became a rom-com author (ooh, check me out!...

Monday, November 22—4:54 PM I ain’t moving. I’m refusing to get out of my jammies for at least another 18 hours. There’s reputed to be a...

Friday, November 19—10:52 AM As I pack my bag in desultory fashion, I’m filled with musing. The people I’ve met on this ship have much in...

Thursday, November 18—8:06 PM It takes courage to travel alone—without an “other” or a partner or a sister (come ON, Lexie and Twig! Step...

Thursday, November 18—8:48 AM The weather out here in the middle of nothing is like the special effects department is having...

Wednesday, November 17—9:33 PM It seems to be distressing Lucho that the entire day has been spent blissfully hidden away in cabins,...

Wednesday, November 17—8:07 AM Breakfast is over and I’ve returned to my aerie to watch from inside as those going ashore go ashore....

Wednesday, November 17—6:10 AM Santiago stood up at the recap last night to make his report to the group. He plugged in his laptop and...

Tuesday, November 16—2:48 PM This image typifies the Lindblad experience, I think. Here we see a table in the library (where observing...

Tuesday, November 16—10:04 AM Eduardo was born in Argentina and educated in a British school, so he has a great accent. Among his words...

Monday, November 15—9:19 PM It is a feature of my life that I tend to know where I am. That’s my personality. Before I go someplace new,...

Monday, November 15—11.38 AM Someone in the Facebook comments—was it Katheryn Anderson?—said that she needs to take a day of alone-ness...

Sunday, November 14—7:02AM I’m filled with grumpiness. Among my boundlessly negative thoughts this morning: This ice is just untidy. Left...

Sunday, November 14—5:17AM From my cabin window I can see… Silvery gray water ripples gently, like an optical illusion meant to induce...

Saturday, November 13—4:43PM Antarctica is a photo negative. The sea is slate grey. The mountains are white, with rare outcroppings of...

Saturday, November 13—9:11AM Reprieve! Reprieve! Curfew shall not ring tonight! The day is dense with clouds, and rain like sleet is...

Friday, November12—9:52PM I had lunch with a woman who said “When I step onto Antarctica, that will be my seventh continent.” Dang,...