Morocco is full of kind people. The riad where we stayed was small and staffed only about 4 people. I told one of the women I wanted to get henna in the main square. She laughed, saying it was cheap and wouldn't last. She offered to do it for me for free with her own recipe. This is the result. She did this freehand. No direction, so stencil, just her. Art is everywhere.

I walk in and out of this magnificent structure everyday. It represents more than where I work or New York City itself. It represents resilience. 

For one glorious night, a snow storm closed down all the roads in Manhattan. We walked all over the avenues of the East Side that night, just soaking in the quiet.

My travels have taken me many places, but a cruise intrigues me. In the middle of the ocean, no land insight, yet we are safe from harm. The juxtaposition of feeling safe and afraid in unison is riveting.

Simply put, I love fall. The colors, the smell of the air, the comforting breeze.

Small reminders appear for me around the city when I am feeling unsure. Whether in the face of a passerby or spray painted blatantly on the sidewalk, sometimes we all need a reminder that our inspiration has no limits.

Sometimes the world does something just for you. You just have to recognize it.

This man played music everyday on the Greek island of Santorini just outside the relics of an old church. His happiness was my inspiration that day. Our trip was coming to a close and my life was still up in the air. This moment made me feel like everything would be alright... and it was.

Writer's fuel. Everyone needs a pick-me-up sometimes. This was taken at a local coffee shop I frequent in NYC.

Another Fall photo. The vibrant colors lift my spirits!