Lately, more so than usual, my thoughts are tidal. Maybe it’s the moon or the tropical storms, but they flood everything until they don’t, and I’m left delirious and without proof, wondering how anything could have filled a space so vast, so fully, only to disappear a few hours later. I prefer low tide, but I also can’t reconcile with… View Post
The warm nights when The Fan is dark and quiet and we’re riding back from dinner or drinks with friends down empty streets are the nights I can’t imagine living anywhere else in the world. Cicadas and rustling trees are the soundtrack of summer in Richmond—ours when you add in the sound of the ratchet clicking while you coast between… View Post
We were sitting at a breakfast joint in Jackson Hole, Wyoming at around ten thirty in the morning. It’s called The Bunnery and on their coffee mugs it says “Get Your BUNS In Here!” which is frankly really great and I should have bought one. It felt like a dozen other breakfast joints I’ve been in from California to Rhode… View Post
This holiday season, I’m all about my greatest hits: tiny mini skirts, silky slip dresses, chunky sweaters, and old-school separates like smoking jackets and ballerina wrap skirts. I can pretty much boil it all down to sweaters and satin, and I’m good with that. The thing that makes all the little bits possible is a couple anchor sweater cardigans. Layer,… View Post
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself as an adult human, it’s that I’m a people pleaser. “Hello, I’m Carey. What can I immediately do to make myself uncomfortable in order to make you completely comfortable? What about myself should I conceal and blur to make you feel better about yourself and better about me? How can I… View Post