Hey Beautiful People, How’s your fierce living going? I was just in the Lone Star State to celebrate my friend Kelsey’s wedding day. It was filled with tears, reunion hugs, and dancing. Not to mention the sweet ride Mazda provided. Texas made. Y'all ain't ready! Out here to see @kelseacarsun get hitched. Thanks to @mazdausa for getting me there in style. #DriveMazda A post shared
Last summer, I had the privilege of witnessing “West Side Story” at the Hollywood Bowl. It was magical. The song “America” captures the immigrant experience of negotiating identity, culture, customs, and purpose in a new place. While its punchy satire serves to warn you not to be so enamored by its sparkle, it evokes a basic tenet shared by anyone who’s arrived stateside: they want to be here.
Hey Beautiful People, How’s your fierce living going? I welcomed the new year doing the POLAR BEAR PLUNGE. WTF? Yep. I voluntarily ran into freezing cold water in the middle of winter. The decision wasn’t made lightly. My research told me that there were high risks involved, and I was better off as a spectator. But I also remembered that athletes of the craziest kind
Hey Beautiful People, How’s your fierce living going? I have to say that going to the beach with my family a few weeks ago was probably the most fun I’ve ever had the beach. We even danced a little jig and sang, “Vamos a la Playa…” sparking some jealousy among family members who didn’t wake up early enough to join us. Oopsies! My dad was the first
My niece Jocelli is probably the coolest person on earth, so when her high school graduation approached I knew that I needed to get a front row seat. I had obnoxious aunt duties to attend to. Luckily, Mazda pulled through and loaned me their Mazda CX3 to get me there. My nieces Naya and Yaya (say it 5 times fast) and my cousin Charlotte joined
It is easy to be overwhelmed, lonely, cold or broke in London but it is not easy to be bored. When I moved there a year and a half ago to do my master’s in Development Management at LSE, I imagined myself floating between shows on the West End, cruises on the Thames, discovering cool bars, dancing all night and finding new places to eat.
So, call me late, but I totally didn’t know Snoopy was the mascot at Knott’s Berry Farm. When my family came to visit me last week, going to Knott’s Berry Farm was just an amusement park just like any other. BUT THEN… someone in the bunch mentioned the Snoopy bit, and I knew that it was about to be the best trip ever. And it was. Duh.
Living in Los Angeles means more friends visit me (LA) than ever before. I used to get overwhelmed by this when I first moved here—I mean, how was I supposed to know the go-to spots when I still heavily relied on my phone’s GPS to get me places? (Who am I kidding, I still do.) All I’m saying is that almost two years later, I