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…
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.
Lately I’ve had this feverish desire to just create – to make things and to get sucked into stories. I was feeling this to some extent before I left for Ireland, but something about the beauty and peace and magic of it, paired with having some time and distance from home, brought my sense of this from focus to urgency.
Last week I made one of my oldest dreams come true with one of my best friends. I went to Ireland! I suppose it’s a bit cliche, but Ireland has always seemed to call to me. Even as a little kid, I longed for it – before I even knew what the emotion was. I dreamed about its green, its magic, its seeming connection to the stories I loved.