I’ve happily moved on to the next chapter — Miami — but never said a proper fare-thee-well to the previous, New York City. When I arrived in June, with worldly goods packed and ready to re-immerse myself in the city that had left me in such turmoil a few short […]
It’s only the second week in our new Miami sublet, but you know what? I got a feeling I’m gonna me gusta mucho este casa.
If you read this post’s headline and immediately thought, “GOLDEN GIRLS!,” well, bravo! We should definitely be friends in real life if we’re not already, because, well, GOLDEN GIRLS.
What I couldn’t possibly have known as we drove through epic humidity and spotty thunderstorms to see a medley of apartments was that Ayaz had a certain ring burning a hole in his pocket.
I’m still navigating that winding road known as life, facing joys and triumphs, fears and self-doubts. And still, all these years later, I’m writing them down, sorting them from my head to the page, by hand.
To most mid-Atlantic dwellers “down the shore” implies sandy days at the beach, swimming in the Atlantic Ocean and sunburned noses, and evening strolls along the boardwalk complete with lotsa junk food and the occasional ride.
“Yes, there is another world. This is it.” –Stephen Dunn, poet. Let me ask you: Are you really ready for location independence? Is this really what you want?
It’s this very blog’s tagline: Living a Life Extraordinary. It’s got me thinking: how do you want to feel each day, each year? What feelings do you want to embody to experience a full and whole and shimmering you?
I can’t say I love Coney Island, but I can say it stops me in my tracks, makes me think a moment. To my eye, Coney Island is a monstrous mix of gritty, glittery, weird and heartbreaking. Here’s why.
Travel is like a drug. The more you see, the more you want to see. Only, the more you travel, the more you realize all you still haven’t seen: how much of the world is left to be explored. The itch to travel more and more only grows. Now, it’s in your blood.
Ah, Martha’s Vineyard. The very name conjures images of windswept beaches and Kennedy family scandals. If you’re considering a trip, peek at my guide for experiencing the best of the Vineyard in 48 hours or less.
It’s been a year of amazing sunsets in extraordinary locales. But what ranks as one of the most romantic sunsets of them? I can thank a swanky, Parisian-style boat cruise around Manhattan and Mother Nature’s Supermoon for that treat.