kate, to date

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Always and forever my favorite dessert in this city. (at Big Gay Ice Cream, W. Village)

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at Brooklyn Heights Promenade

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🗽🌅 (at Statue Of Liberty at Liberty Island)

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Yes way brosé (at New York Harbor)

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#tbt to a lot more walking than we intended in Portugal (at Sintra, Portugal)

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Could not keep James out of the fountain this morning despite our total lack of preparation. (at Cadman Plaza Park)

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Google Photos reminded me that three years ago today @pschafer0307 and I were hanging out with these ladies. Good times. I mostly was terrified that Patrick was going to reach over and start giving them some casual belly rubs. Or try to bring them home to hang out with Cornelia. Who I don't think would have appreciated it... (at Grumeti River)

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back at it

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Alentejo sunsets (at Herdade dos Grous)

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Duoro Valley (at Pinhão, Vila Real, Portugal)

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May showers bring May flowers? I'll take it. (at Brooklyn Heights Historic District)

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I think he's already a better driver than I am. (at Pierrepont Playground)

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Fall is nice but there's nothing like spring. (at New York, New York)

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Bowling and cocktails #NashDav #davchelorette (at Pinewood Social)

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Most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.

Maya Angelou, who would’ve been 88 today, on home, belonging, and never growing up – her beautiful letter to the daughter she never had. (via explore-blog)

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Cornelia, hard at work. (at Hillside Dog Park)

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In honor of #nationalpuppyday, I give you "Cornelia & the Coffee Table: A Love Story." She is still in denial about being able to fit in there. It will always remind me of her days of being a tiny bear cub, both because of these hilarious-to-me pictures and because the legs have plenty of tooth marks. Not naming names, just saying.