What I’ve been seeing in the online world for a while now is the general watering down of the word creativity. It is floundering and drowning in flowery scripts pasted to pinterest boards, over-priced online courses, and endless hashtags.Read More
For the past two years, among the other tangible resolutions and goals that I set every January 1st, I have been writing down the number of books that I would like to try to read that year. I started small and manageable- a humble 30 books.Read More
Lately, despite life reaching slightly hectic heights, there is one thing that I have consistently been making time for: books. I have been reading without fail first thing each morning and just before going to sleep. Sometimes it is the same book, sometimes I juggle a non-fiction in the morning and fiction at night (always in that order for some reason), but it has become so rooted into my days that I am packing multiple books for my upcoming trip, just so that I don’t run out of reading material and ruin my comfy little routine.Read More
I will fully admit that not only do I judge books by their covers, but I often judge a book by its title as well. Something with an intriguing, poetic or punchy title will always get my attention, but whether or not it can hold it is the real test. Everything about Madness, Rack, and Honey, by the poet Mary Ruefle, drew me in immediately. The title that conjures up vivid images and textures, the bold font, the way madness runs off of the front cover. And the interior? It was not a let down in the slightest.Read More
Due to the fact that in just several hours I will be hopping on a plane, beginning to make my way back to Minnesota for the holidays, I am going to keep today's post a bit shorter, but still nice and sweet.
Let's talk about books and cake.
There is something about this season that gives me the strong urge to keep a book nestled on my lap, a mug of coffee in hand and a slice of something sugar-laced and delicious balanced on the couch cushion nearby.Read More
As much as I adore the energy the body absorbs from dance, yoga, long walks, and good stretches, there is one particular physical experience that quite literally rises above all others. I will never get tired of the feeling I get when taking off in an airplane. Rolling slowly away from the gate, moseying around the maze of concrete until the plane turns its nose towards the expectant runway.Read More
“You remember things that never happened.” Isabel Allende’s granddaughter said this to her one day, to which she responded, “Don’t we all do that? I have read that the mental process of imagining and that of remembering are so much alike that they are almost indistinguishable. Who can define reality?”Read More
What with the continuance of my weird week, I wasn’t sure if I would end up publishing anything today. However, with attempted grace and resilience, I am determined to stay consistent. It seems like a lot of my blog posts inadvertently turn out to be self-reminders. Reminders to stay loving, to stay resilient, value female friends, stop fearing fraudulence. If it weren’t for the lovely comments and responses I have been getting lately, there is a real possibility that I would feel like I am talking to myself.Read More
Anyone who knows me well is probably aware of the fact that I am a huge self-proclaimed nerd for Jane Austen and basically any turn-of-the-century female fiction. A couple months ago, I discovered a rather dusty copy of Northanger Abbey among the back shelves of the secret library in Tangier (a story for another time) and was intrigued by its promise of classic Austen satire, romance, and ghost stories all rolled into one. It turns out that this was her first full, completed novel, written about a young woman who reads too many gothics and finds herself facing problems with her overly active imagination- rather relatable to my own self as a pre-teen.Read More