I've loved readathons for a few years now -- ever since a friend and I discovered Dewey's 24-Hour Readathon and went hard, staying awake for the full 24 hours and reading the entire time. And I guess this makes sense, because I have always loved a good event. A party, a movie marathon, anything, and…
This past weekend was Pride weekend here in Portland, Maine. In the past, I haven’t traditionally taken part in many of the Pride celebrations around town. I had never before been to the parade, and I’d only once gone to the festival, and then only for a couple hours. I’ve always known that I belong…
I'm sitting in a local coffee shop, a new book in my hands and on my my hidden tongue, behind my teeth, moving with the rhythm of the words as I speak them in my head. Beside me, a cup of yerba mate steams against the cold from the window, and a arm buttermilk biscuit…
Continue reading ➞ On Mentors, the Cold of Singularity, and Giving Gifts to One’s Self
Sometimes I think about the particular nature of blog posts: how they are utterly their own thing, a little egg of thought, so small you can carry it in the palm of your hand. Sometimes I find myself wanting to write one even when I don't have any good blog post ideas. So that's what…
Out of a deep desire to do literally anything at all that might be remotely useful, I've done A Thing. I created this document. I call it "Basics for White People" and it is basically a crash course on the things I see white people seem to constantly struggle with understanding: our own privilege, the…
A few months ago, I went to Walt Disney World with my beautiful darling. We’ve been together for about two years now, and this was the first real trip we’ve gone on. We had an absolutely beautiful time (and we looked adorable).
This weekend, my love and I went to the fair! I’m not sure how common they are in other parts of the country (or the world, for that matter) but here in New England, fairs are a pretty big deal. We have a lot of them here in Maine, but the Fryeburg Fair is the biggest and most popular.
I recently did an interview with Hannah at Lizard is Writing! You can check it out right here.
On Friday, I went to the local cafe-bookstore, and I dedicated myself to a full day of writing. I got there around 10:45 AM and I wasn’t going home until my boyfriend was going to pick me up on his way back from a family dinner, which I knew would probably be around 7:30 PM. I was committed, and I felt great about it.
Sweet September. No matter what else is going on, what stress I’m facing or what mental health issues I might be battling, there’s something about September. Even when I don’t want summer to go, when September arrives it’s like I fall in love with it all over again.
Chelsea D.G. Bartlett 