Phoenix in Phoenix

Last week, during the snowmageddon that buried my family under a foot of snow, I was in Phoenix, Arizona, co-working with my team who I usually only interact with online: team Phoenix. Phoenix in Phoenix. We named ourselves after the mythical creature that rises from the ashes — not after the city — but somehow … Continue reading Phoenix in Phoenix

After New Orleans

I spent a week in New Orleans for work. Six days in the Garden District, near where one of my favorite novels, The Witching Hour, takes place, where Spanish moss and Mardis Gras beads drip from the trees. The fragrance when we decabbed from the airport was heady: warm, moist, earthy, with elusive hints of … Continue reading After New Orleans