In an area where there are more wineries than leaves on trees, you pick up on things. 

On the outside, Naples, Florida seems very glitzy. When you dig a little deeper, you'll find the Naples behind the Naples. Here’s what I discovered.

Watching a favorite band perform live is wondrous. Seeing a favorite band that broke up and got back together for a reunion show is soul shifting. 

You know you’re in Colorado when...

Spending Thanksgiving on a tiny Caribbean island teaches you some curiosities. 

Earlier this week I tackled the journey of Wedding Dress Shopping, otherwise known as Oh My God I Have To Get A Wedding Dress; Holy Crap, The Most Important Thing I’ll Ever Wear; and Screw This, I’m Just Going To Have Fun With It. 

I may have cringed at the thought of flying to Los Angeles earlier this week as visions of bleach, boobs, and traffic swarmed my naturally colored head. 

Maybe it’s the golden leaves in Central Park and rows of pumpkins at every corner shop, but Autumn in Manhattan gets me every time.

A one-syllable word that triggers infinite emotions. Spain. 

Few places make me contemplate the past like Nantucket. 

Before last week, I had only been to San Francisco once. I was eight years old and other than riding the boat to Alcatraz, my giddiest recollection was an elderly man named Ed handing me a $10 bill at a diner. 

Like many visits to “The City,” my latest was filled with momentum, bacchanalia, and that sinfully salty pretzel smell. 

Most people have A) a favorite pizza place of all time, and B) a favorite pizza place in their hometowns. For me, the former is John’s Pizzeria of Bleecker Street and the latter is Rubino’s Pizza. Until a few days ago.

Glenwood Springs, Colorado is home to the only known natural vapor caves in North America. 

There's indulgent. And then there's this trip.

Zanesville has become my adopted hometown. And it's home to an ice cream mecca that quashes all others: Tom’s Ice Cream Bowl. 

Buckeye power. 

130 bands on eight stages are bound to create some memories.

I recently met with Ben Jaffe, Director of legendary New Orleans jazz institution Preservation Hall, Creative Director of the Preservation Hall Jazz Band, and organizer of the New Orleans Musicians Hurricane Relief Fund. 

After interviewing several New Orleans musicians about life before and after “the storm,” I learned that camaraderie and creativity emanate from great strife.

Across the country today, lots of us likely contemplated the first day of autumn with snuggly visions of crunchy leaves and pumpkin carving. Here in New Orleans, it’s just another day in the push to keep moving forward. 

New York’s Museum of Modern Art is one heck of a captivating art vortex. 

I have watched the U.S. Open tennis tournament on TV for most of my life. As the daughter and granddaughter of professional tennis players, that’s sort of what you do. 

This week my dad, sister, and I embarked on our first Father-Daughter-Daughter trip to South Beach. We’ve never done anything like this, and I’m not sure any of us knew what to expect.