Blessed by the little things.
What will come first, the baby or the book? When you start traveling, how will the world look? What will you have in that kitchen of yours? Maybe a George foreman tucked in the drawers? You ambition is daunting, albeit wonderful, but I will stop now, as this ask is a mouthful. —by starsinmyarms
Most likely the book comes first, but I feel like a baby would contribute greatly to my perspective of things. The world is a mystery, and I intend to write about everything I see, making sure to highlight all of the different seasons. As for the kitchen, I don’t need many tools—just grand amounts of countertop space, a wood-fire oven, and an endless supply of red wine.
Your words are greatly appreciated.
What is the thing you want most in life? Also, huge fan of your writing. I love the way your mind works; you have an astounding ability to describe perfectly and harmoniously exactly what you feel, in a way that connects with others. Don't ever stop. —by Anonymous
Thank you for such kind words. Truly—thank you!
All I want is a successful career I enjoy, and strong coffee in the mornings.
I’d like a house to call my own—one with an incredible kitchen.
I’d like to travel and see every continent with the person I love and write about it. I’d like to make a baby and a book somewhere in that journey.
That’s all, really.
The Everly Brothers | All I Have To Do Is Dream
This past weekend, the (too sweet) boyfriend got us tickets (Happy Valentine’s Day to me!) to the 2013 Jazz and Heritage Festival. I’m always immensely thankful for the chance to visit New Orleans—to take in all of its sights and sounds and smells—to discover new places, and revisit old ones.
As an added bonus, I got to see John Mayer preform for the second time. As expected, he didn’t disappoint. Double bonus included trying one of the best Po-Boys in the world at Mahony’s—a must visit for the New Orleans area.
But the best part was experiencing all of it with my best friend.
And I was feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to New Orleans.