being one with nature &etc;

{prospect park} it may not be obvious, but i’m a big fan of dirt. i really dig the stuff {hyuk-hyuk. see what i did there?} hiking in new hampshire and massachusetts has been one of my new loves since moving to the northeast, behind the burritos at boloco, petting strangers dogs outside the library, and […]

{feed the mackenzies} speculoos mini donuts;

guys, i am a lady of many dreams. most people chuckle at my many varied aspirations. “firewoman?! and you want a great pyrenees dog rescue? and a vermont cabin?! and learn how to sail? and you want to write books?! and learn german? …but wait, firewoman?!” many people think you can have only one dream […]

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 […]

{feed the mackenzies} orange-glazed cinnamon rolls;

one month into my gender studies class and i’ve realized the following: i sort of find the “women’s protein” powder i bought a few weeks ago hilariously sexist, and i’m an inherently domestic lady. which probably stems from the fact that nothing excites me more than “NEW CANDLE FROM TJ MAXX DAY!”, one of my […]

{berets and bongos} 97;

“you do not always know what I am feeling. last night in the warm spring air while I was blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t interest me, it was love for you that set me afire, and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of strangers my most tender feelings writhe and bear the […]

{feed the mackenzies} snickerdoodle ice cream sandwiches;

snickerdoodles, i feel like you don’t get the air time you really deserve. sure, you bring to mind an era of 50’s aerosol hairsprays and garish floral couches covered in plastic protective coverings, but you really are an awesome anytime-of-the-year, any-decade-where-cookies-are-eaten (curse you, frantic fat-hating, 90’s)  kind of cookie.  who cares if you’re not a […]

{berets and bongos} 96;

{buddy brews. tampa, fl. january 2012} “i woke in a gold dress you in jeans. morning filled wine bottles in the kitchen ashine with fine mica glitter of fish scales and salt. it was quiet. we coiled in scarves outside – me sugar, you milk. you said: that went well, don’t you think? sun behind […]