The Naked Truth About Pirate’s Cove

Calm after the storm; an expression that doesn’t quite articulate the beauty that was found down a muddy path and through a rocky opening at a local beach in Central California. After the stormy wea...

The One Where We Almost Ended Up in Mexico.

The holiday season is rapidly approaching and you know what that means?! Pumpkin spice lattes, consumerism, and lots of family time, OH MY! If you’re anything like me, the holidays are the best time...

Wingin’ it.

Southern California is home to innumerable hidden gems and scenic adventures. With all of these countless possibilities, I generally don’t blog about the same topic more than once. However, this wee...

URTH to Erica.

URTH to Erica! I have a huge midterm in less than 24 hours! So why am I drooling and thinking of carrot cake instead of studying? This week’s Secret of SoCal is Urth Caffe in Laguna Beach. In late ...

Out to the Ball Game

OK, I’m not trying to be dramatic about this, I promise. The first week of school came and went and I barely survived. People kept saying, “but it was syllabus week… why are you so stressed?” ...

Growing My Wings

Change (n): the act or instance of making or becoming different. It is often a hard pill to swallow. Pets run away.  Loved ones die. Wars happen without reason or rhyme. We grow up, getting older eve...

Over the Rainbow

Judy Garland mused it best in 1939 when she strolled along a haystack and crooned “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”  We’ve all been there – wanting to see if the grass really was greener on ...

ESPYS ft Erica

Lights. Camera. Action. We’ve all been there. Perhaps not as dramatically as myself, but we’ve all been there. We had a taste, felt a touch, smelt a stench of our hopes and dreams before us. Then,...

Build a Bridge & Get Over it.

What a day to be alive! There is nothing like some sibling rivalry on this lovely Sunday afternoon. There I was, sitting at Islands restaurant, eyeing our cute waiter. All of a sudden, my brother pick...

Swinging Into Summer

The wait was over! It was finally here. Free of rife, responsibility, and reason. Summer had arrived. I was beyond ready to swing into summer. As nostalgic and warm as I felt, a wooden splinter pricke...