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Nodding Terms
Joan Didion said something in her collection of essays, Slouching Toward Bethlehem, that has stuck with me after almost everything else has faded away. She said, “I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.” I was reminded
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5 Things that sucked this Tuesday and 10 things that didn’t
This week has been kinda crazy (mostly with laziness, lets be honest) so I’m a bit late in posting this (okay so almost a week late). These are more things that mildly annoyed me, not so much sucky things, but anyway, here’s the list: My lovely (hideous) rental kitchen cabinets still look like this (hideous)
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DIY Days
Since I was little, I loved making something more out of something small or seemingly insignificant. Whether it was an essay out of a small life moment or a painting out of leftover house paint and scrap wood, I’ve always loved to spend my free time this way. This year, especially, I’ve been hopping on the DIY
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The Simple Life
As most of you know, I’m weird. So I’m sure it wouldn’t surprise you to know that when I was younger, I had a strange obsession with small spaces and shall we say, “survival” adventures. I would pack a small backpack with some essentials (Snack Packs, Ring Pops, my portable DVD player…) and find a
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I Think About You in the Summertime
For a large chunk of my life, the end of June meant one thing: Cross Point Resort. This trip was simply called “vacation” by anyone privy to the week-long stay in the Northern Minnesota woods. Nobody ever needed to ask “which vacation?” because it always seemed to be the only one that ever mattered. Indeed,
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Natural and Safe in a Volatile Place
I had every well intention to write in this blog during the past several weeks. I had even greater intentions a few weekends ago, while attending an Avett Brothers and Brandi Carlile concert. Sometimes a moment comes along (hopefully more often than not), when everything around you-sights, sounds, smells, everything—falls into line and you feel
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This Little Poem Went to the Market
So it’s the first day of June, which, in my mind, means it is also the first day of summer. On memorial day weekend a year ago I knew my attitude had to change. I’d already had one miserable summer stuck in the middle of nowhere and I was determined not to have another. Even
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Downing the Work Vodka
It saddens me knowing how resistant many of are to acknowledging the fact that we can change our lifestyle. We complain about our lot in life and disregard the part of the problem that’s malleable. When we’re stressed out we whine about it and ignore it as a signal from ourselves to god forbid change
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Pigsty
As long as I have retained a memory, my room has always been a complete mess. Though I have a clean room more frequently than I used to growing up (twice a year on major holidays, and even then most of my stuff was just shoved in a teetering pile in the closet of in
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Throwback: The Graduation Experience
Graduation season is now upon us, and this weekend many of the remaining members of my UWRF kin, my boyfriend included, will be walking across a cheap high school stage at 9:00 a.m. on a Sunday, because that’s the best the University could do this year. I have been to five of these already, including
Let’s Wander.
Babbling Brooks 