Starting my personal blog "Color Me..." was a true dream come true. It was December 2015. And while I had an "idea" of what I wanted this blog to be, and a "quasi-plan" of how I wanted to go about achieving this seemingly mammoth endeavor, the real motivation didn't come until I watched that iconic, dreamy, oldie romance film called "An Affair to Remember" (1957). Yes, I kid you not. Call it the pink fizz in my champagne glass that, once imbibed, truly brought my dream to

Somewhere between yesterday and today, between last year and this year, I have grown deeper in my capacity to endure loss.  I suppose it comes with age.  The older we get, the more relationships we’ll forge, and the more loved ones we’ll see pass away.  A big sad sigh.  It’s simple logic. For me, this 2025 year, I have said goodbye to my mom.  She was a bona fide “feisty” force of nature, a funny “crackpot,” a talented “crochet artist,” an avid “Dutch-team” soccer fan, a “sin

I think of my mother in the spring. When the cool rain settles in, warmer than frigid icicle raindrops tap-tap-tapping on our windowpane...

As 2024 draws to a close, I am, first, supremely surprised at how fast this year flew.  Like a racecar!  Or better yet, that miraculous...

Twenty years have passed. August 2004. Since I descended into that magical world of fog and rain. Not at all what I imagined my first...

As Dorothy from the "Wizard of Oz" (1939) once said, “There’s no place like home.” Cue those glittery red shoes. And for travelista...

I remember my 5th floor terrace door started to rattle at 10pm. And it kept on. For seemingly the whole night. I lay nervously in bed,...

Thank you to InTravel Magazine for publishing my travel article "Atmospheric Italy After 25 Years," included in their March-April issue. ...

What a year 2021 has been. Gratifying. Monumental. Where should I start? Perhaps it's best to commence by restating my evergreen love...

Twenty-five years ago this summer, I made my first trip to Latin America. My excitement was brimming over as I boarded that jet at La...

Never did I think I would write a post about my bathroom. Errr. What can I say. I moved last September, and since then the decorating...

In a big crash, bam, boom – I have moved from my infamous “2-bedroom on the 10th floor,” which included my sweetly monikered guest...

It was November 1996. I was twenty years old and studying abroad in Madrid, Spain. With classes considerately on Thanksgiving hiatus...

We spotted you across the field. It was April – tulip month. We were in Holland – divine. Dry dusty earth surrounded you in a sea of...

“Oh Caribbean Sea, I want to cup your warm sand in my hands, squeeze lime into my sugarcane juice. I want to hear indigenous drum beats,...

2019 was a great year – at least in my arts & culture universe, a world decidedly far flung from the rough ‘n tumble of modern politics,...

The saying goes that New Yorkers LOVE nature more than the city itself. After visiting NYBG (New York Botanical Garden), I’d agree. ...

Yes, yes, no need to tell me. What a morbid post. Let alone in the blossoming pink month of April. What can I say, my lovelies. Even...

"Extra! Extra! Read all about it!" It is with great pleasure that I unveil my first guest blogger. Ms. Barbara, my dear friend, has...

Delicately pacing, over a creaky wooden floor no more than 12x14, I debated buying you. Incense came up through the floorboards – wafted...