Two cities. Two seasons. One family shaped by both. A reflection on the places that don't just hold memories—they hold you.

I am a podcasts-or-music person when piddling around the house. Recently, that company has been 'The Red Weather'—and it got me thinking about more than just a missing girl.

Returning home to New Orleans during Carnival season means familiar streets, family and friends around the table, and joy that lingers like beads at the bottom of your bag.

Note to self: late January is a reminder that the in-between isn’t a waiting room—it’s where life is being edited

On a quiet winter morning in Charlotte, watching birds move through snow and ice became an unexpected reminder that even in uncertain moments, resilience still sings.

A lovely reminder—from my journalist daughter—that em dashes matter. Noted.

Adult friendships ask us to keep paying attention: to ourselves, to one another, and to the ways we change over time. Sometimes growth begins not with a conversation, but with noticing what truly uplifts us, being honest about what doesn’t, and choosing differently from there.

A January reflection on choosing less, slowing down, and entering the new year with fearlessness.

A holiday escape to Charleston-a change of scenery, a choice for presence, and a reminder that tradition moves with the people you love.

The moment creativity asks for more-and why the thrill still wins.

Between a few yeses and a camera always within reach, becoming has started to feel real.