Let me be honest — I packed for Boston in September expecting full autumn energy, scarves and boots and all, and instead spent my first afternoon sweating through a sweater

Let me be honest: nothing quite prepares you for New Orleans humidity in September, not even a lifetime of “humid” summers elsewhere. I stepped outside my hotel on Canal Street

I underestimated Boston in October the first time, mostly because I’d just come from a mild September trip somewhere else and assumed “New England fall” meant one consistent temperature I

Let me be honest — nothing humbles an outfit faster than standing on the Maid of the Mist deck and realizing your “cute travel look” is now soaked through and

Let me be honest — I showed up to Vermont in October wearing what I’d wear for a “crisp fall day” back home, and within an hour I understood how

Let me be honest — I thought I had New York in October figured out after visiting in September once, and I was wrong in about four different ways within