Nantucket Travel Guide

If there was a place on this planet that truly gets me to the core, it would be Nantucket. I know, that's a big statement, but there is truly no other place that makes me feel the way Nantucket makes me feel. The moment I round Brant Point, I always feel so incredibly grateful. And I suppose I'm thankful to this magical island for giving me that gift. The gift of being truly present. Of appreciating every cobblestone, every sunset, every single shingle. On Nantucket, my brain is there and nowhere else - and that's something I always pay attention to. 

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Watch Hill, Rhode Island Travel Guide

This little corner of the world, known as Watch Hill, Rhode Island, holds the most special place in my heart. If it wasn't for this tiny little part of the tiniest state in the country, a little girl from Tennessee would never have met her New England match. It's because of this tiny little place I met Andrew. It's where we had our first date, it's where we got married. It's where we'll go for the rest of our life to have endless "remember when" conversations. It's beyond special to us.

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The Most Efficient Bag from kate spade new york

I can't tell you how much I appreciated accessories until I got pregnant. When clothes aren't fitting right anymore (which is every day btw), it's so nice to still be able to play around with bags, shoes, and jewelry. So this little Kate Spade number with its fabulous interchangeable flaps it's making my heart extra happy on the days when I feel bloated and exhausted (which is also every day). And that's a pretty big feat for a bag.

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Happy Fourth of July!

The Fourth of July has always been one of my very favorite holidays. It's smack dab in the middle of summer (actually more of a kick off to summer here in New England), and it just has an overall happy vibe. Andrew and I actually met this very week 14 years ago, so I suppose I'm extra sentimental about it. 

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Laid Back, New England Summer Entertaining

As a little girl, my New England-bred parents (who had been transplanted to Tennessee right around the time I was born), packed up our suburban every summer and drove up the eastern seaboard (sometimes with a boat in tow, sometimes with a dog, and always with four kids with far too much energy for a 22 hour drive) to escape the oppressive southern summers. We instead replaced them with magical New England ones.

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