On travel.

Early on and with modest resources, my mother taught her daughters the value of a "discovery-cation" - choreographed around an inspiring hotel stay and the charm of its immediate surroundings. Serene and exploratory by design, these petite vacations punctuated the art of breathing in the details: the curve of an ancient armchair, the dignity of a neighborhood garden, the choreography of a bustling intersection.
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It is a ritual that informs my approach to travel writing today: fixing a lens on an inviting hotel, instinctively journeying outward at an organic pace, and inviting in the unexpected with eyes wide open.

On criticism.

Reviewing art is a full body commitment to feeling grounded in the ephemeral, an unspoken agreement to break wide open without falling apart.

From performances to exhibitions, I view arts criticism as a subtle layering of textures and tone in the pursuit of discovering a primordial connection between audience, artist, and emotion.

On provisions.

The nostalgia of butter-laced noodles, the seduction of a peppery cab franc. Food in its various forms is an unmistakable vessel for connection - nourishment and comfort at its most fundamental.
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When the pandemic first forced restaurants to shutter - and catching up with friends over an elaborate meal seemed like a ritual from another era - artisans, chefs, and farmers were among the first to rise to the occasion, dreaming up new and inventive ways to unify through the humble act of gathering around a table. Much more than food writing, these are stories of perseverance and community.