Visiting White Sands National Monument in southern New Mexico is a dream. The sun hangs low, staining the sky orange. It’s a milky hue, pale and soft like a watercolor painting.…
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On rainy staycation days, I binge grab-your-passport tv shows. These shows make me want to travel on a whim – just go. Go somewhere. Anywhere. No plans. No itinerary. They always…
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Last weekend, I Marie Kondo’d my pantry. Marie’s the inventor of the KonMari method, a way of tidying that begins by category instead of location. If you haven’t heard of her:…
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Champing. verb. a portmanteau of church and camping. an activity under the umbrella of historic conservation and sustainable tourism. I remember the first time I tried to explain glamping (glamorous camping)…
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July (reading-wise) felt absolutely surreal. Every title I read, I loved – I mean, really loved. I discovered authors whose writing I fell for so deeply, I had a sudden urge…
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Let me tell you something straight off. This is not a story of mysticism and magic (though there is some of that). This is not a story where every word forms…
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Finding the perfect canvas weekender bag is a Goldilocks’ mission. The ideal weekender bag is somewhere between heavy and light – big enough to carry everything for three-nights and small enough…
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The drive from Santa Fe to Taos (or Taos to Santa Fe, should you choose) is short. But when it comes to New Mexico’s High Road and Low Road, it’s the…
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It’s the end of spring. A Sunday. It’s a Sunday like most Sundays, except quieter. Stiller. Calmer. Maybe, it’s because it’s early in the morning. Maybe, it’s because Mass hasn’t started…
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Pho Ca Dao is one of the most popular restaurants in OKC’s Asian District. I enter a small, window-heavy building lit by soft orange bulbs. The walls are plum colored, spotted…
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Teddy Bear Park is the prologue to one of Dallas’ prettiest spots. Lakeside Park is a fairytale story – a tale punctuated by galleries of trees, lily pads, and trails that…
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Old Town Coppell feels like it’s been manufactured by Mattel. The center is flanked by a Farmer’s Market, a long, thin building surrounded by pastel-colored townhouses. Pale oranges. Baby blues. Old…
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There are three unsaid rules for finding things to do in Bentonville, Arkansas. Rule One: Buy At Boutiques. Bentonville knows boutiques like no other small town. The term here refers to…
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In the distance, I hear music. Old Taylor Swift, I think. I’m not sure. There’s a twang to the tune and a beat that’s not quite country and not quite pop.…
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One day in Albuquerque is just enough time to sample the biggest city in New Mexico. I lean against a glass panel, feet rooted onto a crowded platform. As the cable…
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After spending my first weekend in Oklahoma City, I immediately (read: as soon as I checked into my hotel) booked a return trip. I know I fall in love with big…