What do the delicate and doe eyed Abigail Spencer and I have in common? One could say that we both have brown hair & brown eyes. A fair and valid point. Or perhaps they would note that we are both actresses, and both work on “Suits.” True, indeed.
More commonly known as St. Barths, and most generally associated with the yachting, sweater over the shoulder crowd, who sip fine champagne, wear high heeled stilettos with their bikinis, and probably speak French – even if only to ask for la carte des vins. This exists here.
Being a native Angeleno, annual trips to Mexico were not uncommon given the close proximity from the City of Angels. My mom and I would venture to Day of the Dead celebrations in Oaxaca, taking in the cultural revelry and chewing more chiclets than my mouth could fit.
They say everything is bigger in Texas—and for good reason. Dallas, in particular, is a sprawling, massive city filled with people with big hair and big personalities.
Love at first sight. That’s what it was when I met Genevieve Hillis at Northwestern University many moons ago. She’s one of those people you trust with your life – not to mention with restaurant recommendations, the best spa treatments, hidden gems, and amazing music.
If you’re planning a trip to South America, you’re probably thinking of heading to some of the mainstay places to head to—Rio de Janeiro, Buenos Aires, Machu Picchu—and while all of those cities are definite must-sees, Cartagena, Colombia should also be at the top of your list.
When my best friend, Lindsay, announced she and her beau would be tying the knot, the pressure I felt as maid of honor was immense. Exciting, of course, but immense – especially when it came to a bachelorette party.
You know when you meet someone and you just like them? Like, like them in your guts. That’s what happened when I met Roslayn Rojmar while in Austin, Texas for the ATX festival with my Suits castmates a couple months ago.
When my castmate and friend, Gabriel Macht, suggested that I camper van through New Zealand, I paused ever so slightly (thinking “Could I campervan? Should I campervan? Am I a campervanning girl?”) before saying yes. Which quickly evolved into a resounding yes.
Island hopping through the Dalmatian Coast, the smorgasbord of buoyant beauty dotted in the Adriatic sea, and sandwiched between Italy and Croatia, is worth its’ weight in gold (or Kuna, if we’re gonna go with the local currency).