Maybe the Grit Is the Point
Marseille doesn’t soften its edges for visitors. Beneath the grit is Provence in its truest form, and a city that knows exactly what it has.
Essays
Everything, newest first.
Switzerland, Idyllic
Switzerland makes an almost impossibly idyllic backdrop for family time. I decided it was not entirely my kind of place - and I understood why in the same breath.
What We Have Time For
A summer spent choosing family over the churn — and the embarrassingly simple thing I understood between the meals, the stories, and the long afternoons.
The Things We Cheer For
On one Saturday I moved between Brazil, Haiti, and New York — and felt both what sport still gives us and what the country hosting it withholds.
Nowhere to Be
A painting at the Norton Museum made me realize how uncomfortable I've become with doing nothing at all. Danielle Mckinney's women understand something I'm still learning: that authority over your own time may be the greatest luxury there is.
I'll Always Be a Teenage Girl
A red couch in New York. The friendships that built me. A personal essay on staying open, staying curious, and the girl who still lives inside.
Santorini, at the Pace of Light
Santorini, reveals itself slowly, in light that lingers, in days that unfold without urgency, and in a rhythm that quietly reshapes how you move through time.
Where You Can Be Seen, But Not Held
Travel offers visibility—moments captured, documented, remembered. But not every experience moves with the same ease. In some places, you are seen everywhere, and still not fully accounted for.
Istanbul, You Owe Me Nothing
The Things That Do Not Rush
Slowing down is not a mindset - it’s a rhythm you have to relearn.
The Shape of Community
Community was not something we searched for - it was something we lived inside. This is a reflection on what happens when that disappears, and what we begin searching for in its place.
The Miami Most Visitors Miss
Miami reveals itself differently when you move through it slowly—at an hour when the light softens and the city begins to feel like your own.
The Restaurants That Feel Like Home
Where We Chose to Celebrate Us
A Trio Birthday ritual, born during Covid, brought us to Mexico City—where we ate slowly, repeated what we loved, and chose presence over spectacle.
Learning to be a Friend
Dwelling in Other
An essay reflecting on childhood and memory, shaped by the landscapes that first taught me what it meant to belong.