I have visited 41 of the United States. As of last week, state number 42: Montana. Missoula is, quite literally, on fire. The town smells like s’mores burning over green wood, still hydrated and fleshy. But I needed a mountain break, so I got one on a long layover. Another flight attendant, Summer, and I… Click to keep reading!
There is something so deliciously snobbish as listening to “101” by Walla and actually driving down the 101 highway at the same time. This is my place, this is my 101. But traffic in LA can be exactly as bad as it seems. Especially the 405 freeway. It’s like a clogged artery — if… Click to keep reading!
The best part about living near LA is everyone comes to visit. My blogger friend/sorority sister Whitney came for west coast road trip in February. We spent a couple of hours hiking up Runyon Canyon talking about our life goals, our personal goals, our writing goals. We parked about a mile from the trailhead because… Click to keep reading!
This weekend, I flew to Washington D.C. to participate in the Women’s March on Washington. Regardless of where you fall on the political spectrum, this isn’t a political post. If you don’t want to hear about my experience, that’s OK. If you do, keep reading. I rarely sleep when I’m home in D.C., and this… Click to keep reading!
Last night, Adam and I took a stroll down Pennsylvania Avenue for a nice dinner out. After a beaming recommendation from my co-worker Kara, we decided to check out The Source by Wolfgang Puck. This trendy, sleek restaurant is attached to the Newseum right downtown. We had a great dinner. The food was delicious. We… Click to keep reading!