You know the feeling in your gut when you know you are meant to do something? The dizzying butterflies, the uncontrollable tears of joy, and the determination to make it work n’importe quoi? I didn’t know that feeling until this year (and I have been just dyyying to spill). Back in New Orleans, Marcella read a quote from Catherine of Siena that…
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A Picnic at Gravelly Point
Remember earlier in the summer when I made a bucket list of everything I had yet to do in Washington? I have been pretty terrible at facilitating it myself, but I have pretty amazing friends who organized a picnic for me yesterday at Gravelly Point. For new and non-Washingtonians, Gravelly Point is a park in Virginia that borders the Potomac River…
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Paris Kitchens: His & Mine
My Paris kitchen was, I think, a lot different than David Lebovitz’s. My stove top lacked knobs, so my roommates and I ignited our fires with a small metal key and a prayer that the gas wouldn’t accidentally stay on all night (it did a few times). In mid-February when our fridge broke, our balcony facing Place de Clichy became the place to store…
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First Date of Summer
Every date has two stories–this is mine. Read Lauren’s here. Monday was the perfect evening in Washington for Lauren and I to abandon our responsibilities for an ice cream date–our first date of the 10 dates of summer–on the waterfront with Gus, her white lab/troublemaker extraordinaire. After quick walk from Capitol Hill we reached our destination: Ice Cream Jubilee.
10 Dates of Summer
Exciting news, everyone! After spending more time this summer out of the city than in it, I am reclaiming my land for the second half of what I know as Washington’s most miserable season (it is a swamp, after all). My good friend and blogging cohort Lauren approached me with an idea while I was at the beach that I…
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