Traveling from Maryland, Virginia, Colorado, San Fran, and San Diego… friends and family gathered in the sandy hot Playa Del Carmen, Mexico to celebrate the nuptials of two wonderful humans.
Our time was spent exploring ancient Mayan ruins, swimming in turquoise blue waters, experiencing the vibrant cultures, walking the main streets, indulging in traditional Mexican foods, and of course, taking advantage of the colorful nightlife.
I believe family isn’t only defined by a last name or blood, it’s defined by the memories and love you share for one another. This trip was the beginning to our many families becoming one.
“Our time was short, but sweet for certain.”
Dave Matthews Band
This trip was more than a bachelorette party. Ten girls road tripping to Folly Beach, South Carolina for a three day stay. Lots can happen…
We arrived Thursday afternoon and headed straight for the water. I remember laying in the sand with an overwhelming flood of wanderlust. The unknown of what’s to come, who you’ll meet, the memories that we’re about to create, this, this is the feeling I chase and desire.
With glossy eyes and dehydrated bodies, we took to the beach for early morning yoga. I can honestly say, that may have been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. We forgot our rights and lefts, sweated cheap tequila, and laughed till our abs burned, but we were ready to take on the day.
Our nights were filled with unspeakable and unforgettable moments. As our matching shirts read, “he popped the question, so we are popping bottles”… we took this mantra to heart. We are so thankful to our dreamy bride for finding a man, so we could have this weekend.
All and all…
We kissed our bums with the sun;
friends were made and love was lost.
Until next time, Folly.
Alexis Smith, the Founder and contributor of, Be A Maven, asked me to photograph raw images for the launch of her new website. I believe I screamed, YES, as this is an incredible piece to be part of.
Be A Maven is an online platform to share your darkest moments, your greatest triumphs, and everything in between. It's a space for people to share their story, begin to heal, and inspire others to grow with them. Alexis dances with Cystic Fibrosis and mental illness everyday and seeks to bring light to the good and bad emotions that come with.
My main objective was to convey truth. I wanted the viewer to feel the emotion someone with a terminal or mental illness would feel: chaos, depression, loneliness, and pain. To bare the vulnerability, strength, and courage it takes to keep your head up and fight every single day.
As an advocate for Cystic Fibrosis, Alexis wanted to focus on the port in her chest to show the physical changes the illness can cause, but that it does not define who she is, her femininity or fierceness.
To read the stories behind each photo, visit - www.beamaven.org
Join the movement and be a maven!
For my birthday, my dearest and sweetest friend wisped me away for a surprise weekend in New York City, a place I have never been before. We had three days and two nights to have as much adventure, graffiti, and alcohol as possible.
With connections in New York we were blessed with a free stay at our friend's art studio in lower Manhattan. Each morning, with only a few hours of sleep and coffee in hand, we took to the streets of New York with no plan, no map, and no destination. The thrill of not knowing is everything to me.
Along the way, we met a new friend and much to our surprise, our new roommate too. He was a local bartender who became our tour guide for the weekend, directing us to the funkiest hotspots around town, aka dive bars. I believe to be on a self-proclaimed dive bar tour around the U.S to find the best, and I can say, New York did not disappoint!
Saturday night was the night of class and a little bit of ass. We dressed in all black (my favorite color) with vintage fur jackets. We wined and dined with French cuisine and the cheapest bottle Pinot Noir on the menu. Afterwards we followed the music and danced the night away. I'll leave the rest to your imagination...
Before leaving the city, our new friend (and roommate) took us around Brooklyn to view the graffiti lined streets. I was in awe. Each masterpiece had a powerful story to tell, entrancing me with bold colors and defined details. I tried to imagine what mindset or headspace each artist was in and what inspired them to permanently leave their mark.
Our last hour in New York was nostalgic. We found ourselves on top of a peaceful Brooklyn rooftop with views of the city. It was as if we were looking back in time on another city we had just painted red. Just writing this now gives me goosebumps, as it was the most perfect way to end a beautiful weekend with beautiful new friends and memories.
Here is New York through my eyes.
My girlfriends and I have a summer tradition of taking a trip somewhere to catch-up with no life distractions, no boys, and lotsa lotsa wine. This year, we chose the small town, Chincoteague, Virginia to run with the wild horses.
Every morning we woke up at 5 a.m., with coffee in hand, to catch the sunrise over the ocean. The colors and sun rays were absolutely stunning, it was impossible to catch a bad shot.
We only had one sunny beach day, but for me, I was so excited. The cloudy sunsets created bright skies and dramatic silhouettes. Even brought a few curse words out of us.
Until next time, Chincoteague!
And wouldn't you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?
All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised to you heaven?
Will you ever win?
My longtime friend and her fiance tied the knot in Bozeman, Montana at a beautiful remote location just outside of town. Our friends and family jumped on an airplane and never looked back. As I am from Montana originally, this is the best trip I could ever ask for, my favorite people in my favorite place.
Our time in Montana consisted of bachelorette and wedding festivities, dinner parties, hiking to obnoxious heights, lots of beer tastings, and some much needed family time. The tipsy moments, laughs, and cries we shared only brought us all closer together, and will probably reminsce on for the rest of our lives.
Along the way, I met some amazing people who I'll hold dear to my heart, and will forever cherish our moments. Because of them, I have a deeper appreciation for Montana and the beauties it holds. I promise that is not the last you will see of me.
I believe the saying is true - "Home is where the heart is" - and I have never felt more alive than when I go home to Montana. I get a feeling of not only will I miss the people I love there, but I miss the person I am at this time and place.
Enjoy some photos of the journey!
Meet my adoptive son, Benson. We started our little happy family in February 2016, and it's been a trip ever since. Full of kitten energy, Benson loves to bounce off my belly, chase his tail, and sprint from room to room to say hello. When he wants to, he can be quite cute and cuddly, sometimes even beating me to bed, and curls up into the littlest ball. Benson reminds me of a little human tomboy running around till he tuckers himself out for nap time.
I adopted Benson through Montgomery Country Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. Many, many thanks to this amazing nonprofit organization dedicated to caring for unwanted, lost and abused domestic animals. Without them, Benson would not have a home and I would not have my furbaby.
I encourage everyone to check out MCSPCA and see how you can help! Adopt your next best friend: www.mcspca.org
and aren't we all
just wilting flowers
in a crowded garden
waiting for someone
who will appreciate
the beauty of our petals
while it still exists?