“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” 

-Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

Thanks for this photo of me, Candice.

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” 

-Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

Thanks for this photo of me, Candice.

“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
When your friend calls you on a work-from-home Monday to take a short road trip down south for lunch, you say YES. 
Yes, because, down south, along interstate 280, the highway you’ve been commuting on for the last nearly-four-years, in your daily frustration of the 52 miles you have to drive to get to work, sometimes you failed to notice just how really gorgeous this stretch of land along the peninsula really is. In the 60s, it was dedicated as the “World’s Most Beautiful Freeway,” and in this spontaneous road trip, from which you have the pleasure of sitting in the back seat (with easy access to the crudite and the hummus that your snack-ready friend has so smartly packed), you really start to see why it’d be called that: with views of the Santa Cruz mountains, all the gentle grazing cows, and the quiet reflection of the Crystal Springs Reservoir.
You say Yes to trips like these, because once you’ve reached your destination, the farming town of Pescadero (with a population of like 600), you find yourself giddy with excitement at the chance to explore this town you’ve only been to once before. There may not be a ton to see, with its tiny downtown of grocery stores, delis, art galleries, and a cool coffeeshop/vintage store/ theater. But the people are friendly, and the yummy produce and freshly baked artichoke bread is to die for. 
After stocking up on picnic foods and a bottle of chilled Rosé, you spontaneously buy a Lotto ticket, because that’s just the kind of day it is. Then you head to Harley’s— the goat farm that is truly a destination on its own. You start to daydream of having your own farm one day with your Lotto winnings, of all the pretty cheeses you will be making, and of all the family meals you’ll have around these outdoor tables. (Note: There was not a single matching number on said Lotto ticket.) 
You say YES to trips like these, because of the laughs and the serious conversations you share with an old friend and a new friend, over a mulberry-stained picnic table that suddenly feels like the best color ever.
You say YES to trips like these because, really…who knows when you’ll have another work-from-home Monday.
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When your friend calls you on a work-from-home Monday to take a short road trip down south for lunch, you say YES. 
Yes, because, down south, along interstate 280, the highway you’ve been commuting on for the last nearly-four-years, in your daily frustration of the 52 miles you have to drive to get to work, sometimes you failed to notice just how really gorgeous this stretch of land along the peninsula really is. In the 60s, it was dedicated as the “World’s Most Beautiful Freeway,” and in this spontaneous road trip, from which you have the pleasure of sitting in the back seat (with easy access to the crudite and the hummus that your snack-ready friend has so smartly packed), you really start to see why it’d be called that: with views of the Santa Cruz mountains, all the gentle grazing cows, and the quiet reflection of the Crystal Springs Reservoir.
You say Yes to trips like these, because once you’ve reached your destination, the farming town of Pescadero (with a population of like 600), you find yourself giddy with excitement at the chance to explore this town you’ve only been to once before. There may not be a ton to see, with its tiny downtown of grocery stores, delis, art galleries, and a cool coffeeshop/vintage store/ theater. But the people are friendly, and the yummy produce and freshly baked artichoke bread is to die for. 
After stocking up on picnic foods and a bottle of chilled Rosé, you spontaneously buy a Lotto ticket, because that’s just the kind of day it is. Then you head to Harley’s— the goat farm that is truly a destination on its own. You start to daydream of having your own farm one day with your Lotto winnings, of all the pretty cheeses you will be making, and of all the family meals you’ll have around these outdoor tables. (Note: There was not a single matching number on said Lotto ticket.) 
You say YES to trips like these, because of the laughs and the serious conversations you share with an old friend and a new friend, over a mulberry-stained picnic table that suddenly feels like the best color ever.
You say YES to trips like these because, really…who knows when you’ll have another work-from-home Monday.
ZoomInfo
When your friend calls you on a work-from-home Monday to take a short road trip down south for lunch, you say YES. 
Yes, because, down south, along interstate 280, the highway you’ve been commuting on for the last nearly-four-years, in your daily frustration of the 52 miles you have to drive to get to work, sometimes you failed to notice just how really gorgeous this stretch of land along the peninsula really is. In the 60s, it was dedicated as the “World’s Most Beautiful Freeway,” and in this spontaneous road trip, from which you have the pleasure of sitting in the back seat (with easy access to the crudite and the hummus that your snack-ready friend has so smartly packed), you really start to see why it’d be called that: with views of the Santa Cruz mountains, all the gentle grazing cows, and the quiet reflection of the Crystal Springs Reservoir.
You say Yes to trips like these, because once you’ve reached your destination, the farming town of Pescadero (with a population of like 600), you find yourself giddy with excitement at the chance to explore this town you’ve only been to once before. There may not be a ton to see, with its tiny downtown of grocery stores, delis, art galleries, and a cool coffeeshop/vintage store/ theater. But the people are friendly, and the yummy produce and freshly baked artichoke bread is to die for. 
After stocking up on picnic foods and a bottle of chilled Rosé, you spontaneously buy a Lotto ticket, because that’s just the kind of day it is. Then you head to Harley’s— the goat farm that is truly a destination on its own. You start to daydream of having your own farm one day with your Lotto winnings, of all the pretty cheeses you will be making, and of all the family meals you’ll have around these outdoor tables. (Note: There was not a single matching number on said Lotto ticket.) 
You say YES to trips like these, because of the laughs and the serious conversations you share with an old friend and a new friend, over a mulberry-stained picnic table that suddenly feels like the best color ever.
You say YES to trips like these because, really…who knows when you’ll have another work-from-home Monday.
ZoomInfo
When your friend calls you on a work-from-home Monday to take a short road trip down south for lunch, you say YES. 
Yes, because, down south, along interstate 280, the highway you’ve been commuting on for the last nearly-four-years, in your daily frustration of the 52 miles you have to drive to get to work, sometimes you failed to notice just how really gorgeous this stretch of land along the peninsula really is. In the 60s, it was dedicated as the “World’s Most Beautiful Freeway,” and in this spontaneous road trip, from which you have the pleasure of sitting in the back seat (with easy access to the crudite and the hummus that your snack-ready friend has so smartly packed), you really start to see why it’d be called that: with views of the Santa Cruz mountains, all the gentle grazing cows, and the quiet reflection of the Crystal Springs Reservoir.
You say Yes to trips like these, because once you’ve reached your destination, the farming town of Pescadero (with a population of like 600), you find yourself giddy with excitement at the chance to explore this town you’ve only been to once before. There may not be a ton to see, with its tiny downtown of grocery stores, delis, art galleries, and a cool coffeeshop/vintage store/ theater. But the people are friendly, and the yummy produce and freshly baked artichoke bread is to die for. 
After stocking up on picnic foods and a bottle of chilled Rosé, you spontaneously buy a Lotto ticket, because that’s just the kind of day it is. Then you head to Harley’s— the goat farm that is truly a destination on its own. You start to daydream of having your own farm one day with your Lotto winnings, of all the pretty cheeses you will be making, and of all the family meals you’ll have around these outdoor tables. (Note: There was not a single matching number on said Lotto ticket.) 
You say YES to trips like these, because of the laughs and the serious conversations you share with an old friend and a new friend, over a mulberry-stained picnic table that suddenly feels like the best color ever.
You say YES to trips like these because, really…who knows when you’ll have another work-from-home Monday.
ZoomInfo
When your friend calls you on a work-from-home Monday to take a short road trip down south for lunch, you say YES. 
Yes, because, down south, along interstate 280, the highway you’ve been commuting on for the last nearly-four-years, in your daily frustration of the 52 miles you have to drive to get to work, sometimes you failed to notice just how really gorgeous this stretch of land along the peninsula really is. In the 60s, it was dedicated as the “World’s Most Beautiful Freeway,” and in this spontaneous road trip, from which you have the pleasure of sitting in the back seat (with easy access to the crudite and the hummus that your snack-ready friend has so smartly packed), you really start to see why it’d be called that: with views of the Santa Cruz mountains, all the gentle grazing cows, and the quiet reflection of the Crystal Springs Reservoir.
You say Yes to trips like these, because once you’ve reached your destination, the farming town of Pescadero (with a population of like 600), you find yourself giddy with excitement at the chance to explore this town you’ve only been to once before. There may not be a ton to see, with its tiny downtown of grocery stores, delis, art galleries, and a cool coffeeshop/vintage store/ theater. But the people are friendly, and the yummy produce and freshly baked artichoke bread is to die for. 
After stocking up on picnic foods and a bottle of chilled Rosé, you spontaneously buy a Lotto ticket, because that’s just the kind of day it is. Then you head to Harley’s— the goat farm that is truly a destination on its own. You start to daydream of having your own farm one day with your Lotto winnings, of all the pretty cheeses you will be making, and of all the family meals you’ll have around these outdoor tables. (Note: There was not a single matching number on said Lotto ticket.) 
You say YES to trips like these, because of the laughs and the serious conversations you share with an old friend and a new friend, over a mulberry-stained picnic table that suddenly feels like the best color ever.
You say YES to trips like these because, really…who knows when you’ll have another work-from-home Monday.
ZoomInfo
When your friend calls you on a work-from-home Monday to take a short road trip down south for lunch, you say YES. 
Yes, because, down south, along interstate 280, the highway you’ve been commuting on for the last nearly-four-years, in your daily frustration of the 52 miles you have to drive to get to work, sometimes you failed to notice just how really gorgeous this stretch of land along the peninsula really is. In the 60s, it was dedicated as the “World’s Most Beautiful Freeway,” and in this spontaneous road trip, from which you have the pleasure of sitting in the back seat (with easy access to the crudite and the hummus that your snack-ready friend has so smartly packed), you really start to see why it’d be called that: with views of the Santa Cruz mountains, all the gentle grazing cows, and the quiet reflection of the Crystal Springs Reservoir.
You say Yes to trips like these, because once you’ve reached your destination, the farming town of Pescadero (with a population of like 600), you find yourself giddy with excitement at the chance to explore this town you’ve only been to once before. There may not be a ton to see, with its tiny downtown of grocery stores, delis, art galleries, and a cool coffeeshop/vintage store/ theater. But the people are friendly, and the yummy produce and freshly baked artichoke bread is to die for. 
After stocking up on picnic foods and a bottle of chilled Rosé, you spontaneously buy a Lotto ticket, because that’s just the kind of day it is. Then you head to Harley’s— the goat farm that is truly a destination on its own. You start to daydream of having your own farm one day with your Lotto winnings, of all the pretty cheeses you will be making, and of all the family meals you’ll have around these outdoor tables. (Note: There was not a single matching number on said Lotto ticket.) 
You say YES to trips like these, because of the laughs and the serious conversations you share with an old friend and a new friend, over a mulberry-stained picnic table that suddenly feels like the best color ever.
You say YES to trips like these because, really…who knows when you’ll have another work-from-home Monday.
ZoomInfo
When your friend calls you on a work-from-home Monday to take a short road trip down south for lunch, you say YES. 
Yes, because, down south, along interstate 280, the highway you’ve been commuting on for the last nearly-four-years, in your daily frustration of the 52 miles you have to drive to get to work, sometimes you failed to notice just how really gorgeous this stretch of land along the peninsula really is. In the 60s, it was dedicated as the “World’s Most Beautiful Freeway,” and in this spontaneous road trip, from which you have the pleasure of sitting in the back seat (with easy access to the crudite and the hummus that your snack-ready friend has so smartly packed), you really start to see why it’d be called that: with views of the Santa Cruz mountains, all the gentle grazing cows, and the quiet reflection of the Crystal Springs Reservoir.
You say Yes to trips like these, because once you’ve reached your destination, the farming town of Pescadero (with a population of like 600), you find yourself giddy with excitement at the chance to explore this town you’ve only been to once before. There may not be a ton to see, with its tiny downtown of grocery stores, delis, art galleries, and a cool coffeeshop/vintage store/ theater. But the people are friendly, and the yummy produce and freshly baked artichoke bread is to die for. 
After stocking up on picnic foods and a bottle of chilled Rosé, you spontaneously buy a Lotto ticket, because that’s just the kind of day it is. Then you head to Harley’s— the goat farm that is truly a destination on its own. You start to daydream of having your own farm one day with your Lotto winnings, of all the pretty cheeses you will be making, and of all the family meals you’ll have around these outdoor tables. (Note: There was not a single matching number on said Lotto ticket.) 
You say YES to trips like these, because of the laughs and the serious conversations you share with an old friend and a new friend, over a mulberry-stained picnic table that suddenly feels like the best color ever.
You say YES to trips like these because, really…who knows when you’ll have another work-from-home Monday.
ZoomInfo
When your friend calls you on a work-from-home Monday to take a short road trip down south for lunch, you say YES. 
Yes, because, down south, along interstate 280, the highway you’ve been commuting on for the last nearly-four-years, in your daily frustration of the 52 miles you have to drive to get to work, sometimes you failed to notice just how really gorgeous this stretch of land along the peninsula really is. In the 60s, it was dedicated as the “World’s Most Beautiful Freeway,” and in this spontaneous road trip, from which you have the pleasure of sitting in the back seat (with easy access to the crudite and the hummus that your snack-ready friend has so smartly packed), you really start to see why it’d be called that: with views of the Santa Cruz mountains, all the gentle grazing cows, and the quiet reflection of the Crystal Springs Reservoir.
You say Yes to trips like these, because once you’ve reached your destination, the farming town of Pescadero (with a population of like 600), you find yourself giddy with excitement at the chance to explore this town you’ve only been to once before. There may not be a ton to see, with its tiny downtown of grocery stores, delis, art galleries, and a cool coffeeshop/vintage store/ theater. But the people are friendly, and the yummy produce and freshly baked artichoke bread is to die for. 
After stocking up on picnic foods and a bottle of chilled Rosé, you spontaneously buy a Lotto ticket, because that’s just the kind of day it is. Then you head to Harley’s— the goat farm that is truly a destination on its own. You start to daydream of having your own farm one day with your Lotto winnings, of all the pretty cheeses you will be making, and of all the family meals you’ll have around these outdoor tables. (Note: There was not a single matching number on said Lotto ticket.) 
You say YES to trips like these, because of the laughs and the serious conversations you share with an old friend and a new friend, over a mulberry-stained picnic table that suddenly feels like the best color ever.
You say YES to trips like these because, really…who knows when you’ll have another work-from-home Monday.
ZoomInfo
When your friend calls you on a work-from-home Monday to take a short road trip down south for lunch, you say YES. 
Yes, because, down south, along interstate 280, the highway you’ve been commuting on for the last nearly-four-years, in your daily frustration of the 52 miles you have to drive to get to work, sometimes you failed to notice just how really gorgeous this stretch of land along the peninsula really is. In the 60s, it was dedicated as the “World’s Most Beautiful Freeway,” and in this spontaneous road trip, from which you have the pleasure of sitting in the back seat (with easy access to the crudite and the hummus that your snack-ready friend has so smartly packed), you really start to see why it’d be called that: with views of the Santa Cruz mountains, all the gentle grazing cows, and the quiet reflection of the Crystal Springs Reservoir.
You say Yes to trips like these, because once you’ve reached your destination, the farming town of Pescadero (with a population of like 600), you find yourself giddy with excitement at the chance to explore this town you’ve only been to once before. There may not be a ton to see, with its tiny downtown of grocery stores, delis, art galleries, and a cool coffeeshop/vintage store/ theater. But the people are friendly, and the yummy produce and freshly baked artichoke bread is to die for. 
After stocking up on picnic foods and a bottle of chilled Rosé, you spontaneously buy a Lotto ticket, because that’s just the kind of day it is. Then you head to Harley’s— the goat farm that is truly a destination on its own. You start to daydream of having your own farm one day with your Lotto winnings, of all the pretty cheeses you will be making, and of all the family meals you’ll have around these outdoor tables. (Note: There was not a single matching number on said Lotto ticket.) 
You say YES to trips like these, because of the laughs and the serious conversations you share with an old friend and a new friend, over a mulberry-stained picnic table that suddenly feels like the best color ever.
You say YES to trips like these because, really…who knows when you’ll have another work-from-home Monday.
ZoomInfo
When your friend calls you on a work-from-home Monday to take a short road trip down south for lunch, you say YES. 
Yes, because, down south, along interstate 280, the highway you’ve been commuting on for the last nearly-four-years, in your daily frustration of the 52 miles you have to drive to get to work, sometimes you failed to notice just how really gorgeous this stretch of land along the peninsula really is. In the 60s, it was dedicated as the “World’s Most Beautiful Freeway,” and in this spontaneous road trip, from which you have the pleasure of sitting in the back seat (with easy access to the crudite and the hummus that your snack-ready friend has so smartly packed), you really start to see why it’d be called that: with views of the Santa Cruz mountains, all the gentle grazing cows, and the quiet reflection of the Crystal Springs Reservoir.
You say Yes to trips like these, because once you’ve reached your destination, the farming town of Pescadero (with a population of like 600), you find yourself giddy with excitement at the chance to explore this town you’ve only been to once before. There may not be a ton to see, with its tiny downtown of grocery stores, delis, art galleries, and a cool coffeeshop/vintage store/ theater. But the people are friendly, and the yummy produce and freshly baked artichoke bread is to die for. 
After stocking up on picnic foods and a bottle of chilled Rosé, you spontaneously buy a Lotto ticket, because that’s just the kind of day it is. Then you head to Harley’s— the goat farm that is truly a destination on its own. You start to daydream of having your own farm one day with your Lotto winnings, of all the pretty cheeses you will be making, and of all the family meals you’ll have around these outdoor tables. (Note: There was not a single matching number on said Lotto ticket.) 
You say YES to trips like these, because of the laughs and the serious conversations you share with an old friend and a new friend, over a mulberry-stained picnic table that suddenly feels like the best color ever.
You say YES to trips like these because, really…who knows when you’ll have another work-from-home Monday.
ZoomInfo

When your friend calls you on a work-from-home Monday to take a short road trip down south for lunch, you say YES. 

Yes, because, down south, along interstate 280, the highway you’ve been commuting on for the last nearly-four-years, in your daily frustration of the 52 miles you have to drive to get to work, sometimes you failed to notice just how really gorgeous this stretch of land along the peninsula really is. In the 60s, it was dedicated as the “World’s Most Beautiful Freeway,” and in this spontaneous road trip, from which you have the pleasure of sitting in the back seat (with easy access to the crudite and the hummus that your snack-ready friend has so smartly packed), you really start to see why it’d be called that: with views of the Santa Cruz mountains, all the gentle grazing cows, and the quiet reflection of the Crystal Springs Reservoir.

You say Yes to trips like these, because once you’ve reached your destination, the farming town of Pescadero (with a population of like 600), you find yourself giddy with excitement at the chance to explore this town you’ve only been to once before. There may not be a ton to see, with its tiny downtown of grocery stores, delis, art galleries, and a cool coffeeshop/vintage store/ theater. But the people are friendly, and the yummy produce and freshly baked artichoke bread is to die for. 

After stocking up on picnic foods and a bottle of chilled Rosé, you spontaneously buy a Lotto ticket, because that’s just the kind of day it is. Then you head to Harley’s— the goat farm that is truly a destination on its own. You start to daydream of having your own farm one day with your Lotto winnings, of all the pretty cheeses you will be making, and of all the family meals you’ll have around these outdoor tables. (Note: There was not a single matching number on said Lotto ticket.) 

You say YES to trips like these, because of the laughs and the serious conversations you share with an old friend and a new friend, over a mulberry-stained picnic table that suddenly feels like the best color ever.

You say YES to trips like these because, really…who knows when you’ll have another work-from-home Monday.

"What doesn’t move through you…Defines you."

Today, while packing up my office after an almost four-year stint at eBay, I found this old torn All Over Coffee circa sometime in the early ’00s I think. It’s one of the few things I’ve carried with me through all the last few jobs I’ve had. 

It’s always served as a good reminder that in those moments when it’s easy to get caught up in the here-and-now, to remind myself there’s some greater lesson waiting to be learned on the other side. Or when it’s hard to understand why certain things happened the way they did- looking within at who you’ve become makes that journey, whatever journey it may be, so worth it.

I can always trust on the subtlety of Paul Madonna to give my heart a little nudge, when I need it the most.

To new beginnings.

"What doesn’t move through you…Defines you."

Today, while packing up my office after an almost four-year stint at eBay, I found this old torn All Over Coffee circa sometime in the early ’00s I think. It’s one of the few things I’ve carried with me through all the last few jobs I’ve had.

It’s always served as a good reminder that in those moments when it’s easy to get caught up in the here-and-now, to remind myself there’s some greater lesson waiting to be learned on the other side. Or when it’s hard to understand why certain things happened the way they did- looking within at who you’ve become makes that journey, whatever journey it may be, so worth it.

I can always trust on the subtlety of Paul Madonna to give my heart a little nudge, when I need it the most.

To new beginnings.

eva and the bunny

After years of wondering who would have the first baby in our family, all three of my sisters gave birth to their first babies within the last year. It’s been an exciting whirlwind of baby showers, hospital visits, birthday parties (we’ve had one already!) and lots of firsts for the whole family. It also meant I quickly became the aunt I’ve always wanted to be. 

Eva Marita, the oldest of the three, is now about fourteen months old, and she is just so much fun at this age. Lucky for me, I got to spend Fourth of July weekend down in Encinitas, Ca with my little sister Claudia, where I chased Eva around with my camera.

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