We arrived in Paris in the middle of a heatwave. On our first night, we laid in awake until after midnight: our bodies on top of the covers, with the night air still so hot and stifling. Every window in the building was open, but everything was silent. Out of nowhere, George Harrison's "My Sweet Lord" began playing in a near by apartment, echoing into the court yard and into our 4th story room. Do you know that feeling? Just needing to hear a song, right the minute, and at full blast? If any city could make you feel that way, it's this one. 

p.s A city guide I wrote for Paris, France on my personal blog!


We picked up Gjelina take-away and drove down the 101 to Matador beach in Malibu. We listened to the radio and when Dog Days Are Over came on the radio I yelled the HAPPINESS part because it was true.

(p.s.) A few more on my personal blog

Cape Cod.

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

After a car accident and the loss of two custom pizzas about an hour after arriving on Cape Cod, I felt pretty certain our midweek getaway was ruined before it even began.  The tow-truck came and we headed back to the beach house; thankful for our health, heavy-hearted and hungry.

The next morning we all made unpleasant phone calls and spent some time crying in a diner (okay .... so maybe that was just me). And then, when we'd done all that we could do, we finally headed down to the beach. Saltwater is a powerful thing, and so is the company of good friends. We shared dark & stormys and few dark laughs, reclaiming a little of the lightness we'd been seeking for our 48 hours by the ocean.

lesson learned: never underestimate the tenacity of Massachusetts natives and their unflinching dedication to summer. 

Joshua Tree.

Lots of people have "bucket lists" - things to do or people to meet or places to go before they die. You know, activities like sky diving (no thank you.) Me? I have a list of things to see.  I don't even need to really do anything when I'm there, with the exception of being absolutely over-come with wonder and then taking a few pictures. 

Number 4 on this list was "see a Joshua Tree." Joshua Trees are a type of Yucca and only really grow in the Mojave Dessert. I saw a picture a few years ago, and ever since, I simply could not leave this earth without seeing one. 

When I went to Southern California last summer to photograph Grant and Taylor's reception, my friend Sam picked me up in LA and we took the long way to San Diego. We spent the night at the Joshua Tree Inn, next to the room where Graham Parson died. We sat by the pool until after 10 and met a dove named Emmy Lou who'd nested into the rafters.  

In the morning we got up early, before the heat of the day, and drove into Joshua Tree National Park. The terrain was so strange, it was honestly like being on the moon. We hopped out of the truck, and Sam headed out to climb the nearest mountain. I mostly just stood there, awestruck by it all. Just liked I'd hope I would be. 


I'm not sure when it happened, but the time in my life when I could travel to another country and sleep on the floor in a hostel has ended. I'm not high maintenance by any means but when my basic needs aren't met I'm just the worst. It makes me kind of sad to think about the experiences I missed out on, but maybe in fifteen years I'll have an Eat. Pray. Love realization to make-up for lost time. Until then, I'd like my face wash and my almond milk thank you very much.

On our trip to Wisconsin, Tyler was most excited about spending a weekend with his amazing best friend at his cabin in the northern part of the state. I thought this sounded awesome (I mean, I once hiked 28 miles in the backwoods of Yellowstone. I'm not that pampered.) but the trip started with me crammed into the backseat of a car THAT HAD NO REAR SHOCKS for four hours with three people I didn't know. I was not in a good place emotionally.

But, after an hour I just "bucked up" and got over the incessant bouncing (... aided, in large part, by a stop at a roadside ice cream stand.) From then on, I was all hot dogs and wiggly worms on hooks and slimy fish scales and squeaky cheese curds and hair that smelled like campfire smoke. I guess I've still got a little adventure left in me, after all.