I’ve been a hypocrite and I need to move on
I’ve been ready for a slap. It’s been building up. I’ve been too seductive. I needed to be knocked back to earth. Last week, in
I’ve been ready for a slap. It’s been building up. I’ve been too seductive. I needed to be knocked back to earth. Last week, in
I’ve written about my visit to Ikaria a few times, through a little series that’s evolved on my blog titled “How to live to 100”.
I’ve been sharing a few posts on why the people in Ikaria, Greece, live so long. Why it’s a “Blue Zone”. You can catch up
As I mentioned a few days back, I came to Ikaria to look at food. Specifically the food the locals here have eaten for eons
It’s a fun story behind how I wound up here in Ikaria, a small island all the way over to the east of Cyclades which
Southern Europe so far: je marche, Je mange. That’s pretty much been the picture for the past five weeks. I don’t really do museums or
This week in Sunday Life: I try the “wilderness effect” On Thursday I woke up antsy. Sometimes we just do, don’t we. It’s the wind,
This week I test my cellular age I’ve reached that curious age where you no longer look your age. Which is to say you look
Sometimes you hear something that makes a penny drop. You see, yesterday I was listening to an podcast about longevity and the point was made
Yesterday I posted about my morning routine. In the middle of my routine, the inspiringly languid and health-ful Dan Buettner emailed me, so I asked