Sonja Thayer

Springtime in Europe is like a well-written love letter, equal parts charm, ease, and unexpected joy. The sun-drenched hills of Tuscany...

It's dusk, late summer in the early 1990s. I am crammed in a tiny phone booth, searching through my pockets for a gettone, the special...

Is it just me or does the world seem constantly in flux? Every new headline feels like another crack in the foundation of societal...