Dressed for Portland. Whimsical glasses? Check. Plaid shirt? Check. Vintage-looking sweater? Check.
Hotel room. My daughter’s starting to get annoyed by my frequent “documenting” for the blog.
After a week of limited carbs, the cornbread at Podnah’s Pit was my dream come true.
Keep Portland weird.
Beautiful townhouses in the Pearl District.
Art car. This thing was blaring Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire” and was driven by a creepy guy dressed as a clown who was holding a stuffed chimpanzee dressed like him. I’m not making this up.
One of my favorite places in the world: Powell’s Books.
My new biography.
We went to the Al Amir Lebanese restaurant purely for the cuisine.
This is what girls in 2014 do when they see a belly dancer.
On my run.