Telling people that you are headed to a yoga retreat solicits a lot of confused looks and bewildered reactions. My colleagues said, “Jen, you do know there is yoga in Chicago, right?” My Grandfather questioned, “You are traveling to do yoga?” (audible sigh) “Oh well.”

I’m just going to come clean and say the thing that elicits gasps and open-mouthed stares. Here it is: I don’t like the beach. Before you even ask, no, I do not hate children or puppies. I just hate sand and sunscreen, and especially the combination of sand and sunscreen. Also, I look stupid in …

While visiting Berlin’s Topography of Terror museum, I found myself pushing anxiously through the exit doors into the damp December air. Standing there on the steps of the terror museum, I attempted to absorb the hard – but necessary – lessons about the horrors of the Nazi regime from its astonishingly swift rise to power …