Christmas in America has a way of making ordinary places feel completely different. I love how a familiar downtown can suddenly sparkle with thousands of lights, how little mountain towns seem to come straight out of a Christmas movie, and…
My first real lesson in fall packing happened in a tiny Vermont inn, standing in front of a suitcase that simply would not close. I’d shoved in three sweaters, a raincoat, two pairs of boots, and a scarf collection I…
Fall is one of my favorite seasons to travel because everything feels a little more magical. The crisp mornings, cozy sweaters, colorful leaves, and cooler evenings make exploring a new destination feel completely different from summer travel. But packing for…
I still remember standing on a wooden boat in Tam Coc with my sandals soaked, my hair a mess, and my daughter shrieking with laughter every time our rower splashed her on purpose. That’s the moment I fell for Vietnam…
My phone is already flooded with screenshots of amber-colored streets and pumpkin-lined porches, and if yours looks the same, girl, I feel you. Every autumn I promise myself I’ll skip the crowded, Instagram-famous leaf-peeping towns and actually go somewhere quieter,…
I’ve said it before to anyone who’ll listen October is the month I plan my whole year around. The summer crowds have gone home, the light turns golden by four in the afternoon, and every place I love somehow becomes…
There is something about the first cold morning of the season, coffee steaming in your hands, condensation on the windshield, that makes van life feel like it was made for fall. I’ve chased leaf color from Virginia’s ridgelines to the…
Some loves sneak up on you slowly, and mine for autumn in the national parks happened all at once, on a golden afternoon in the mountains when the whole world seemed to be blushing. I still remember standing there, sweater…
Sweater weather does something to my soul, and I’m guessing it does the same to yours. The second the air turns crisp, I start daydreaming about winding mountain roads, mugs of cider, and towns that look like they were plucked…
Growing up, I always pictured Christmas as chunky sweaters and frosted windows, but somewhere along the way I fell hopelessly in love with a different kind of holiday magic, the kind that comes with bare shoulders, palm trees strung in…
