…where you’ll find a pastiche of my cravings, my mind, my adventures. A born Yankee with a Southern accent, I was raised where mountain meets plain and have only just found my way home to the Northeastern seaboard. I now navigate the choppy waters of Manhattan’s media culture and spend my off-clock hours training for marathons and hunting for the world’s most perfect martini. Running keeps my pendelum swinging; this beautiful city shocks me awake. I write, and I write, and I write: about the sea shore, the eternal summer, the vestiges of my American youth. I have not yet found the love of my life. Or have I?