What is it about this period between Christmas and New Year that makes it feel like the Bermuda Triangle of time? (or The Bermuda Time-Jangle). It is literally the longest week of the year. I have no clue what day it is, but wake up thinking it’s Saturday every day. ...

My whirlwind trip to LA last week was more a parental reconnaissance mission than a holiday. The destination wasn’t the draw card and LA won’t be making the cut on my Golden Gap Year itinerary, but we did have a good time and in the process, I made a few observations about Americans and travel in general....

As far as big weeks go … this last one was a doozie. I took a whirlwind trip to LA to visit my eldest kiddy-wink and arrived home in a jetlagged stupor to step straight into the epicenter of hardcore house sale negotiations. But pop the champers people because 24 hours after I touched down the contract was signed and sealed and I’m now feeling fifty shades of mixed emotions....