that time i went to europe and became a jelly donut, berlin;

{berlin: weihnachtsmarkt [christmas market, alexanderplatz],  siegessäule, smiling through the sickness @ brandenburger tor in my toadstool hat, the aforementioned currywurst restaurant} *and then i sort of kind of made it to berlin, exceeeeeept the whole part where the next flight to berlin would have been four days later, as in the day after i hypothetically left […]

that time i went to europe and {sorta} lived to tell the tale, dublin;

   {somewhere around st. stephen’s green. too jet-lagged to remember exactly, since i had just had at least four cups of aer-lingus coffee and eight aer-lingus cookies by this point, tbh} i’m about to be that twat. i’m about to talk about my post-grad trip europe without being annoying, except totally being annoying. you know […]

i want to go to there, a reading list;

{old orchard beach, maine} basically, ya’ll, my wanderlust is going crazy enough to make me want to say “ya’ll”. luckily, a one bedroom in manhattan is my destiny this summer, so thankfully i have some place to walk my new mom-ish shoes around {baby girl loves sensible shoes, even if they age me ten years}. […]

a montreal itinerary;

{this past valentines day weekend i got myself on a greyhound and traveled all the way to montreal. for other itineraries, click here.} get to south station at 7am after a valentine’s date of romantic egg sandwiches eaten under the glow of subway lights and alfred hitchcock, which is to say i was under a […]

{berets and bongos} 93;

{columbia university. january 2012}  “december 1st as we kissed good-bye you made a little frown. now christ’s lights are twinkling all over town. the cornstalks are broken in the field, broken and brown. the pond at the year’s end turns her gray eyelid down. christ’s lights are twinkling all over town…” -anne sexton, “eighteen days […]

a tour of the nest;

guys, i am absolutely obsessed with my new little nest. i keep having these visions of baking pumpkin bread, and my “misfits thanksgiving” menu for this year (apple stuffing, a tofurky, pumpkin cranberry cake with maple frosting), and the fact that the best trader joe’s in all of boston is right down the road. okay, […]

a washington, d.c. itinerary;

be greeted by the lovely maya at union station. regret not having a baby wipe handy because you are sweating like a sinner in church, as it is hotter than a witch’s teat (approximately) outside in d.c. try to forget the heat because there is a hopeful plateful of fried vegetable dumplings coming your way. […]