December 30, 2015 § Leave a comment
I thought I liked NYC in the summer, but I really liked NYC in December. Christmas trees in the windows, lights galore, and window displays were A++. However, holidays aren’t holidays without family. I’ve been in the Carolinas for a couple weeks and for the first year EVER didn’t travel to Minneapolis to visit my cousins, aunts, and uncles. No snow this Christmas- just mid 70’s and rainy. Bizarre, yes, but still beautifully lazy and fun. Hope everything for everyone was merry and bright.
December 22, 2015 § Leave a comment
August 10, 2015 § 1 Comment
One morning (this past Saturday) two people (sweet, old friends) went to the mountains (Boone, NC) and there was a proposal. Cue the best engagement celebration ever to happen in the history of Sundays. There was popcorn and barbecue and malfunctioning string lights (BEN IS THE MVP) and high school friends meeting new life friends and lot to be thankful for. I tried to capture how positive this party was- so much joy (!!!) but it feels almost impossible. Here’s a love thats big. We’re so happy for y’all !!!!
June 21, 2015 § 1 Comment
I’m in France for work I want to be doing. How removed from danger I feel is a joke. It’s unjust. It stares me in the face. I am safe. In the countryside. Stars at night. That.
This isn’t about me. The first text I received from my boyfriend (that word sounds so f*cking trite everytime I say it). Danny. The first text I read the morning I woke up, in this bliss, was from Danny and it said, “8 people were shot and killed on Calhoun street in Charleston.” his subsequent texts described what would be broadcasted on the news since. Charleston. That home. Those faces. Far away.
We write because we’re selfish. I don’t need the internet to know that I cry If I think about their names. I don’t need the internet to know that I keep counting objects. Three ducks. Six coins. Nine flowers. Nine.
May 21, 2015 § Leave a comment
On the windiest day of May*, Elle and I strolled Kiawah with good intentions. And magazines, books, towels, hats. It’s a wonder we didn’t blow away… Or seek shelter in this whimsically primitive dune tee-pee photographed below.