There’s too much to see in California, so bf and I went from the city to the valley in a 5-day stretch.
My dad always laughs when I rave about how great the ’70s must have been. A child of California with older brothers that joined the Berkley students protesting the Vietnam War and narrowly avoided getting drafted, the end of the… Continue Reading
Whenever you visit family, you go to your spot. Whether it’s the worn-in Lay-Z-Boy recliner residing in patriarchal grandeur over the entertainment system or the comfiest couch for you to take the post-travel nap, it’s the first place you think… Continue Reading
My Thanksgiving took me away from the spitting mist of Seattle and into the sunny, delightful arms of California. And it wasn’t the Southern California Duuudee braahh Kardashians ThanKsgiving, but rather the gorgeous, peaceful Bay Area. Part of my trip… Continue Reading