key largo lovin’.

I’ve been lucky enough to call Key Largo my second home for 30 years. It’s where I learned to ride a bike, it’s where I spent countless weekends and summers soaking up the sun like a lizard on my grandparent’s dock, and where I swam for hours on end in the canal where their house without any worries about what was beneath me. Read More


irmagod. it’s finally over.

DSC00236.JPGThere’s nothing more irritating than the sound of a neighbor’s generator as you sit inside a four-bedroom sauna going on 48 hours. Now imagine that noise x3 because every house around you seemingly has a functioning generator except for you. *eyeroll* Continue reading