For Paradigm Magazine, the journal of the Illinois Institute of Addiction Recovery, I wrote an essay on the realities of food addiction.
I present the case for food addiction in an op-ed in the Portland Oregonian.
For the op-ed page of the Boston Globe, I wrote an essay on the existence of food addiction. If you think it doesn't exist, you're wrong, but that's OK: You're also in the mainstream, at least for today. But that's changing.
I lost more than 250 pounds on the Atkins diet.
It's exactly the sort of statement the doctor himself would love, would seize upon for another notch on his smugly cinched belt. But just like the subheading of a recent New York Times Magazine cover story - which suggested that "maybe Dr. Atkins was right" - it's an incomplete thought.
Even before John Harrington announced last month that the Yawkey Trust would sell the Red Sox, it was a Boston given that replacing Fenway Park would require too much time, cost too much money, and ultimately be a disappointment to everyone involved.
One need look only as far as the FleetCenter to know that.
It was a long, hectic, tiring journey, the day I didn't go to Spain.
My destination was not only Madrid but adventure itself, the excitement of deciding on Friday to hop across the pond on Saturday. No reservations, no plans, no luggage. I was going to be an air travel courier.
Air courier outfits view airline tickets as a two-course delight, where the booked space in the cargo hold is every bit as valuable as the space in the passenger compartment. They buy the tickets to meet the needs of shipping clients, and then sell off the seats almost as excess.
OAXACA DE JUAREZ, Mexico — The zocalos of Mexico are in many ways what New England town greens once were, places where townspeople come to socialize, find shade at siesta time, and listen to concerts in the evening.
NYERI, Kenya -- Moses Ndungo, a Kikuyu tribesman from Kenya's Central Province, spends his days trying to sustain the traditions of his tribe. He is the front man for a troupe of dancers that performs in a mock Kikuyu village on the grounds of a hotel in Nyeri, about 140 miles north of Nairobi, the capital.