Back in the (Former) USSR

I never thought I’d see Moscow again, although I dreamed of it for fourteen years. I boarded a teeming Aeroflot flight in late summer 2005, as Katrina’s receding waters revealed, inch by inch, the erasure of New Orleans as I once knew it. Mourning for that blighted, intoxicating city, I rushed towards another place I…

Inside the Titans’ Locker Room: Naked Fear

My initial forays as rookie sportswriter into the weird world of the professional sports franchise locker room haven’t exactly been home runs. Turns out, all I really needed was a little practice. The phone rings. It’s a Friday afternoon, in the hottest part of August. I pick up. It’s my editor at NPR’s Only a Game. He wants me…