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Author, Aimee Lubin.
Author
Aimee Lubin

 

Aimee Lubin is a political affairs professional by day and a writer by night. A Philly native, the only conspiracy theory she believes is that Rocky is a real person. She counts Key West, good bath products, and vanilla coffee creamer as things she can't live without. She lives in Annapolis, MD with her husband, son and two extra large retriever lap dogs. If she goes missing, she's probably hiding behind a charcoal face mask, listening to a true crime podcast.
 
Local Faves:
 
-Senor’s Chile birria tacos 
-Afternoon tea at Reynold’s Tavern 
-Navy Football games 

Getting Hitched in Annapolis

If I told you that I hired a wedding planner before my husband actually proposed to me, I wouldn't be lying. Granted, I knew he had the ring somewhere in the house and we had already decided where and when we would be married. However, once engaged, I knew there was simply no way I could handle…

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The Concierge Desk: The Graduate Hotel

Nestled in the heart of the Annapolis Arts District, halfway down West Street, inside the front doors of The Graduate Annapolis hotel, and behind the wall of the lobby lies a six-story hotel atrium so spectacular, that I audibly gasped upon crossing the door’s threshold into the room. The…

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The Concierge Desk: Historic Inns of Annapolis

A view down Main Street and of the State Capitol building from the Maryland Inn. Image courtesy of Historic Inns of Annapolis. There are few things that pair as well with fall as caramel apples. Sure, one might say what about crisp air? Or falling leaves? Or what about Halloween, pumpkins, and…

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Face Behind the Mask: Annapolis Takeout Facebook Page

Nano Sushi is just one of the restaurants with rave reviews on the Annapolis Takeout Page. Photo courtesy of the Annapolis Takeout Facebook Page. I can't be the only person who feels like March was just six months ago and not six years. It was then when we were forced into lock down, frantically…

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A Love Letter to My First Born

We met on a sweltering August day in the mountains of northern Georgia. Before our first encounter, I had asked the woman how it was possible to pick one from many and she said "he will pick you." I was suspect; it sounded too easy. Photo courtesy of the author. So I sat in the corner of a room…

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