If you've been looking into Duke comeback, the scent of stale beer and burnt popcorn. That's what hits me first when I think about Cameron Indoor Stadium. It's not exactly…
The air smells like burning rubber and fear. Not literally, thank goodness. But that's the vibe the global markets are giving off right now. Specifically, Asian stock markets are feeling…
If you've been looking into realistic travel expectations, the Instagram filter promised turquoise waters, an empty beach, and me, effortlessly lounging in a hammock with a coconut in hand. The…
The scent of woodsmoke always takes me back to Kathmandu. It's acrid, but comforting — a constant in a city that's seen more change than most. And Nepal's about to…
The smell of diesel and anticipation hung thick in the air that day in Istanbul. I was about to cross into Iran, a country painted with whispers of danger and…
The sky turned an ominous green, and then all hell broke loose. Northeast Oklahoma is reeling. Oklahoma storms have unleashed their fury, leaving a trail of destruction and, tragically, loss…
When it comes to China factory slowdown, the scent of jasmine tea, a crowded marketplace buzzing with haggling, the Great Wall snaking across the horizon. China assaults your senses in…
The scent of woodsmoke always takes me back to the Zagros Mountains. Not Iran, exactly, but close enough that the air held a similar tension – a feeling like anything…
The scent of burning tires always takes me back to a dusty border crossing near the Iran-Iraq border. That acrid smell, hanging heavy in the air, spoke of simmering tensions…