Oh, Seattle

Oh Seattle, you ole salty dog, you. I was just nowhere near your neighborhood. But I was looking for a little fresh air, and, well, you do know how to draw a gal back in. You're always there when I need you. Refreshing sea air whispers over my skin with the sweetest kisses not even …

Eating Nola

After a few necessary days of work and rest, I'm finally able to sit down and breathe in the under-80ºF morning air. Utter bliss, aside from the drilling going on across the street. My apt. complex is an oasis minus the unwanted, over-amplified noises (i.e. drilling, leaf blowing, road rage honking and one neighbor's very …