“To accompany this column, I give you three of the joyful images that lifted our spirits this summer. There were dozens more I couldn’t capture, but can conjure up when a smile is…

“Petros Ladas is my son. I’ve asked him to guest-write this ‘letter to the future’ since he’s been telling me about all the positive possibilities of our planet’s evolution. It does not have…

“For the next 36 hours, until my son arrives with the restored ear trumpet, we will be Trappists; two anchorites without a devotional vocation, one locked in silence yet able to speak, the…

“There’s nothing a thief would covet, yet all these bits and pieces are precious to us, even the carafe filled with beach glass and the terrace ledges littered with heart stones and anthropomorphic…

“I could go on and on, unfolding a tale that would ‘harrow up thy soul . . . and make [thy thin hairs] stand on end like quills upon the fretful porpentine,’ but…

“And yet, heartbreaking though Sano Themia Halo’s story, Not Even My Name, could have been, it is not all black or bleak, for she saw much goodness in people and beauty in life.”—Diana…

“Although some friends questioned the wisdom of traveling to Istanbul at a time of such volatility, when bombs seem to go off with disturbing frequency and nowhere is truly safe, I thought how…

“For twelve hours we left the ‘crisis’ behind, and revisited the Greece we used to take for granted.”—Diana Farr Louis Eating Well Is The Best Revenge By Diana Farr Louis ATHENS Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—1/25/2016—After…

“I’ve done lots of the tourist ‘musts’ with exceedingly great pleasure, but each visit reconfirms that the Turks themselves are the pièce de resistance in the Lucullan feast for all the senses that…

“Here on Andros, it has been much easier to focus on a less troubled Greece . . . .  Every day, there is at least one almost miracle to lift the spirits.”—Diana Farr…