Laura lives in Denver and works as a doctor, delivering babies for her day (and night!) job. I am super proud of her and miss her much, as Denver is far, far away.
She blogs about one of our favorite topics-- food-- while sharing memories and experiences and bits of her life with her lucky audience. She is a gorgeous, crafted writer-- much better than I, as she actually studied writing at Wash U before she decided to become a fancy doctor.
Laura and I turned into two very different grown-ups... she lives in the mountains of Colorado and I have a tiny brownstone in New York. She studied medicine; I studied art. She spent her time abroad volunteering at clinics in South and Central America; I spent mine studying paintings and theater in Western Europe and on French speaking islands. She spends her weekends skiing the Rockies and I spend mine in galleries, movie theaters, and brunch spots. She is in a Final Four bracket and I don't even know what that is.
We both like wine, though. And food. And travel. We have the same voice and the same sense of humor. We shared a childhood and we share every single memory. She cracks me up like no one else and is my favorite person to watch laugh. (Admit it, we love watching Laura laugh.)