“No, no! The adventures first; explanations take such a dreadful time.”

— {Lewis Carroll}

 Why Go?

I can’t imagine life without exploration, without the ability to get-up and go! There are few things more thrilling to me than pulling out my passport or researching hostels and campgrounds from sketchy wifi on a train or plane. Some places are remote and forgotten–the types of places where I take the road less-traveled, and where everyone knows one another. When a new person pulls into town, word spreads quickly, and the locals come to your aid should you need anything at all! In other bustling places, you’re a statistic, easily lost in the crowd, but with plenty to do or see depending on the day. Life is exhilarating, and it seems like there aren’t enough hours in the day, so you wake up early and stay out late to take it all in.

I adore both of these types of places, and everywhere in between. To me, there is no place like home, and home is wherever you hang your {brown, floppy} hat at night.

It is a distinct goal of mine to visit every state in The United States in my lifetime, and get to 30 countries by my thirtieth birthday {I have 10 more countries, and 2.5 years to go}! In each place, I hope to capture the stories of the people I meet there, and bring them back to you, my readers, generously leaving Hope and Joy behind with those I visit.

If you want to commission me out to where you are to style or document your special day, event, photo, or story and then share it on the blog, I’d be ever-grateful for the journey.

Now that you know about one of my great passions, tell me more about you here.


How It All Began

At an early age, my parents took me to British Columbia, Canada, the opposite side of the country from where my dad was born in New Brunswick.

Before they could even park the car near Lake Victoria, I was practically out of my car seat, “binkie” and blanket in tow, and they say I took off running down the beach, full steam ahead, bound and determined to go.

I chased seagulls and dug in the sand. I had a deep affinity for mountains, gazing up at them from my short line-of-vision. I smiled awkwardly in photos from atop their shoulders, not quite understanding that my parents wanted to remember these moments…but I’m glad they did.

They planted in me a sense of longing for the vast world around me, and never quenched my desires to run barefoot or build forts that became worlds of my own.

I later found out that my dad traveled down to Boston in the summertimes as a child, enjoying fresh seafood and the historic monuments of his neighboring country. At 17, he moved out of his parent’s house live above the veterinary clinic where he worked. My mom spent her childhood summers on her grandparent’s small acre in the quaint town of Wahoo, Nebraska, and when she was old enough to drive, road-tripped to California with her mom and sister to visit my uncle, a Vietnam vet, taking in the differing terrain, from the rolling hills of Kansas to peaks in Yosemite.

Thanks mom & dad.




  • Missouri
  • Oklahoma
  • Arkansas
  • Iowa
  • Illinois
  • Ohio
  • Kansas
  • Nebraska
  • Colorado
  • Wyoming
  • Montana
  • Washington
  • California
  • Utah
  • Nevada
  • Texas
  • Louisiana
  • Mississippi
  • Alabama
  • Georgia
  • Florida
  • South Carolina
  • North Carolina
  • Tennessee
  • Washington D.C.
  • New York
  • Vermont
  • New Hampshire
  • Michigan
  • Wisconsin
  • South Dakota


  • Canada
    {BC, NB, NS}
  • Mozambique
  • South Africa
  • Senegal
  • Guatemala
  • El Salvador
  • Honduras
  • Turkey
  • Romania
  • Hungary
  • Austria
  • Czech Republic
  • Ukraine
  • Tanzania
  • Kenya
  • Thailand
  • Cambodia
  • Malaysia
  • China