Travel Story: (I Wish We Could Go) Fly Fishing Out West

But since we can't right now (never mind that neither The Chef nor I knows how to fly fish), we'll live vicariously through one of my talented colleagues at the marketing agency where I work. Jeremiah recently shared the exquisite video he and his girlfriend Kara made documenting their trip to Montana and Wyoming, where … Continue reading Travel Story: (I Wish We Could Go) Fly Fishing Out West

Vacation Memories: Four Days and a Difficult Child

We never managed more than a four-day weekend getaway as a stand-in for a family vacation, during all my kiddo’s growing up years. Why? Suffice it to say, it’s complicated. And to suggest my ex’s own software startup wouldn’t survive longer than a few days without him—pulling stuck labels out of client printers, as he … Continue reading Vacation Memories: Four Days and a Difficult Child

Travel Story: Three Days in Wilmington

Downtown Wilmington, North Carolina straddles a line that lies somewhere between the urban luster of downtown Charlotte, and its well-heeled, Old-Money South Carolina neighbor, Charleston. It’s decidedly scrappier than either city, yet possesses the allure of the Coast and the emergent culture of a city coming into its own as a destination. The Chef and … Continue reading Travel Story: Three Days in Wilmington

Travel Story: Four Days in Charleston

Really, it was four days in nearby Mt. Pleasant, SC, with a single worthwhile diversion into downtown Charleston. This was the trip we planned last summer, to see my ex-sister-in-law-but-still-my-sister and her sweet Waco-the-Lab. But last year Hurricane Irma had other plans, thus derailing ours. Weather. It’s why we chose July this time around instead … Continue reading Travel Story: Four Days in Charleston

Travel Story: One Night in Charlotte

The plans to meet us in Charlotte unfolded exactly the way all the twenty-something’s plans do, fraught with angst, vacillating wildly between Yes-I’m-Coming and No-I-Can’t, and with no small measure of hand wringing and car polishing, I am guessing. Because when your mom-who-lives-a-thousand-miles-away comes within spitting distance of where you are right now, it’s obviously … Continue reading Travel Story: One Night in Charlotte