photo Whaling-City-Cottage-8-2015_zpsoygeotsf.jpg

{Must Go} The Dunes in Ogunquit

In the early 80’s, my favorite aunt bought a little cottage on the salt marsh by Footbridge Beach in Ogunquit, Maine.  And my life was never the same.  Growing up, we’d make the long drive out from Illinois each summer to spend a couple weeks at my aunt’s house.  For a flatlander girl, hell-bent on being a marine biologist, there is nothing like the smack of cool salt air when you cross the Piscataqua Bridge.


I started spending the whole summer there in high school, working at the Ogunquit Lobster Pound where my aunt was the manager.  Then I stayed on to go to college in Machias, a remote part of Downeast Maine where I studied marine science….and drank Boones Farm in the blueberry barrens.  On school breaks, I’d usually go home to our little cottage, not making the flight back to Illinois.

Read More


the emerald isle

In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I’m posting some pictures from our 2008 trip to Ireland with my dad and his girlfriend.  I haven’t looked at this album in years but going through it, two things came to mind.  One: hot damn I took a lot of pictures with my old point-and-shoot.  And two: we barely scratched the surface of this gorgeous country.  We had 10 days and focused on western Ireland, starting in Galway City (the center of Burke-topia) and working our way down through the Dingle Peninsula, Tralee, and Killarney.

Even if you’re not Irish, it’s so worth a visit!  It’s beautiful, there’s so much to see, and the people are insanely nice.