Don’t go searching for a sugar buzz from a soft drink in the cafeterias at some local hospitals. Sugar-sweetened beverages are not for sale in the NCH Healthcare System cafeterias, one of several changes that Sodexo USA, the management company, took so the company could become Blue Zones-certified. Sodexo has gained approval as a Blue Zones Project restaurant through the Treetops Café at NCH Baker Hospital Downtown and the Wave Café at North Naples Hospital. Both cafes are open to the public.

Any air cargo coming to the United States from Turkey must now go through a screening, the Transportation Security Administration announced Thursday. "To adequately address emerging threats to cargo and raise the baseline for global aviation security, TSA has issued a security directive and an emergency amendment for enhanced security screening of cargo," agency spokesman James Gregory said in a statement.

DHAKA – Turkish First Lady Emine Erdogan and Foreign Minister Mevlut Cavusoglu reached Bangladesh on Thursday to meet members of the minority Muslim Rohingya community who arrived in the country recently, fleeing ongoing violence in the Rakhine state in western Myanmar. Erdogan and Cavusoglu, who arrived separately, are set to visit refugee camps in the district of Cox’s Bazaar in southeastern Bangladesh, close to the border with Myanmar, Bangladesh’s foreign ministry said in a statement.

By Eren Orbey - The New Yorker - Translated into English, my mother’s name means “joy”; my late father’s, “handsome”; my sister’s, “mystery.” In my family’s native Turkish, the name chosen for me, Erin, means absolutely nothing. My parents, chemical engineers who immigrated to the United States, mistook it as a boy’s entry in a book of baby names. They thought that they had discovered an appealingly Americanized version of Eren, a traditional Turkish name that means “saint.” But like many ill-fated hybrids designed for dual objectives—the spork, say, or two-in-one shampoo-conditioner—my birth name failed to perfect either; most Bostonians assumed that it belonged to an Irish girl. So, to amend this misunderstanding before the bullies abused it, my father rechristened me, unofficially, with the first name of his favorite composer, Aaron Copland. “Personally, I have always preferred Tchaikovsky,” my mother told me not long ago. “But we were not going to call you Pyotr Ilyich.”