Written by: Lucinda Jamison
Fall in Tennessee is a vibrant artist’s palette. A blaze of bright hues burnishes the hill, and even the trees have colorful names—red maple, yellow buckeye, black cherry, blue beech. Flashes of brilliance flit by as the brightly feathered cardinals and tanagers, bluebirds, and goldfinches. . .
Driving into Blackberry Farm following a midnight flight to Knoxville, the first thing I noticed was the gleam of seemingly mile after mile of pristine white fence through the pitch-black dark. The. . .
Written by: Deb German
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Packing the best travel clothing is as much about dressing in layers as it is about the specific women’s travel wardrobe you choose.
This is a cautionary tale of sorts, a manifesto for the woman with wanderlust. I’ve had occasion to travel alone for lengthy visits to New York City several times in recent years, but did not possess a stitch of women’s travel clothing, unseasoned as I was. In my defense, I got smarter each time, but also broke a few cardinal travel rules: I packed a mountain of clothing in an enormous, unwieldy bag; almost everything I brought needed pressing when I arrived; and I stupidly purchased stylish, new shoes for my first trip. That last bit was possibly the most poorly conceived decision of all. My feet suffered needlessly for days because of it, even after I abandoned the offending shoes.