Goorin Brothers Hat shop, Magazine Street, New Orleans

postcard #1: New Orleans

Goorin Brothers Hat shop, Magazine Street, New Orleans

Toddler rustles us awake. Possibly one too many glasses of champagne last night. Flowered dress, low heels for walking, green leopard print socks. Coffee at Hi Volt. Sun already hot an heavy as we make our way down Magazine Street. It moves slowly at 9am, as we do. A man stands on the corned next to some neon that says ‘Kools.’ Blue jeans black tee. We cross the street to stay in the shade. Water drips down from the balconies, soft percussion on pavement. One open sign on the whole block and we take that as an invitation. ‘Goorin Brothers Bold Hatmakers.’ Shelves of beautiful hats stretch to the ceiling in the morning light. Yes, let’s all be bold this morning: first coffee, then hats.


Charles City, Virginia

Notes on leaving Virginia

Charles City, Virginia

The road to get here was long. It was long, and it wound and wound, and wound. It was one of those small roads- the kind that you can barely see on the map. We skirted the mountains and passed farms where the sun shined down on dilapidated barns, and cows, and on horses manes so that they gleamed. We passed through towns that time didn’t forget, but the people did. We took that road all the way to where we are now.


The Passage- Scenes from the Blue Ridge Parkway

A Long and Winding Road

The Passage- Scenes from the Blue Ridge Parkway

The Blue Ridge Parkway is like a great winding snake through the trees, past endless vistas where the mountains seem to recede into infinity.  Continue reading


Wander Asheville, NC - city guide - view from Pisgah Peak - Blueridge Parkway

Wander | Asheville

Wander Asheville, NC - city guide - view from Pisgah Peak - Blueridge Parkway

the view from Pisgah Peak

Mountains crowded with trees- their leaves rustling on the edges of winding roads that loop back and forth across our map like they were drawn by somebody with a slightly skewed sense of how, exactly, to get from point A to B. Continue reading


Wander Richmond- city guide part 1

Wander | Richmond (part 1)

Wander Richmond- city guide part 1
I had a friend in college that just couldn’t understand why anyone would want to live on the east coast.  She was from California, and we were busy expanding our minds in New England at the time.  I clearly remember her saying: “there are too many old buildings.  It creeps me out.”  I had never thought about history manifesting in that way before.  I guess she kind of had a point, but Continue reading


Into the woods... at camp in the Adirondacks... Lemon thyme s'mores recipe

Into the Woods | Lemon Thyme S’mores

Into the woods... at camp in the Adirondacks... Lemon thyme s'mores recipe

All good things are wild and free.

-Henry David Thoreau

I grew up in  a small town in a valley between a river and a plateau on the outskirts of the Adirondack park.  As a teenager I did my best to rebel against the confines of the village limits.  We all know that in retrospect, almost everything seems better, but damn- I swear that it was idyllic- it was the stuff of all the best scenes of all the great coming of age movies combined.   Continue reading


Swirly Korean red bean paste bread- danpat bbang

Korean Red Bean Bread & other musings…

 

Flavours collect like memories.  They are powerful conjurors that dance on the lips and the tip of the tongue.  I am an amalgamation of everything I have ever eaten.  A stew.  A mélange.  Continue reading


Cabilao, Philippines

Two Tickets to Paradise

Cabilao, Philippines

This is what January feels like in the Philippines, I thought, as our  boat motored across a perfect expanse of blue toward the little island of Cabilao.  The January place we had just left with its grey and ice and bundled clothing literally melted away.

Blue sky, blue water, warm skin, a thousand dancing diamonds stretched out before me. Continue reading


Wander Seoul... Leeum Art Gallery

Wander | Seoul

Wander Seoul... Leeum Art Gallery

It is hard to believe that it has been a whole 2 years since our toes first touched down on the Korean peninsula. In that strange and mysterious way that time has of expanding and contracting it has felt simultaneously much longer, yet somehow contained in the blink of an eye. I love those beginning days in a new place when Continue reading