“As I make my way down Broadway, I am lost in my thoughts. The hustle and bustle is all around me, yet I stand captivated as I reflect back. Just like in the movies, I am living the “New York Dream”. There is nothing like the Big Apple.”

“In the summer time when a cool front comes in and a thunderstorm is on the horizon, the Texas sky brings back one of my most vivid childhood memories. We lived on a hilltop and during the 4th of July you could see the fireworks all the way from San Antonio. When a storm rolled in we would just gather on the front porch and watch the lightning and feel the cool breeze touch our sun kissed faces. It was as if the smell of cedar mixed with the freshness of the rain was cleansing the scorching Texas air.”

“I can still remember walking through the orchards while sitting on my father’s shoulders, reaching for every last orange to fill my basket. The bright rays, the breeze rustling through the trees, and the smell of fresh citrus that lingers in the air…this truly is the Sunshine State!”

“Just left winter behind me…I’m back in my convertible turning off the 10 onto the PCH and I know I’m going to have an amazing afternoon relaxing on the beach. There’s just this defining moment when you really just stop, breathe, take it all in and really appreciate where you are…everything is going to be alright. The sand between my toes, the smell of suntan oil lingering in the air. This is heaven on earth.”

"Autumn in Massachusetts always makes me feel nostalgic.  The scents of newly-sharpened pencils and brand new notebooks mark the start of the school year.  As the days get colder, there is nothing more familiar than the sounds of the leaves crunching underneath your feet as you breathe in the crisp fall air.  When autumn slowly comes to an end and the cold winter approaches, your house is filled with the sweet aromas of cranberry muffins, apple cider and pumpkin pie.  Autumn in Massachusetts is truly the best time of the year."

"Having lived in Maui, I fondly remember the scent of pink plumerias filling the air. We lived  near pineapple fields and my mouth still waters when I think of fresh cut Maui pineapple...there is nothing more sweet or juicy!  With plumerias in our hair and scattered all around, we would anxiously wait to take that first succulent bite.  With a smile on every face, we basked in the sun with our ohana. Never knowing a stranger, sharing the treasure with anyone near. That is Hawaii!"