The Rolling Hills Of Iowa

I went home to Iowa for 36 hours this weekend, and what a beautiful, amazing, grounding trip it was. So far from the gritty streets of New York. Unfortunately, I’m way to tired to share it all right now, but I’m so glad I went, caught up with a my family, at some catfish and fresh zuchini bread, and sat for a minute in the beautiful, endless cornfields of the heartland. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen the sun rise over the rolling hills of Iowa…