There is nothing quite like the escapism that comes from a deeply engaging book. Sitting on my couch by the window, drinking tea, reading and basking in the warm sun has come to be my favorite way to spend weekend mornings. I love how quiet the mornings are in my building when my roommates are … More April reading list
Spring tends to come later in Vermont than many other places. We just recently cracked 60 degrees on the thermometer and people took to the outdoors almost instantaneously. It was a collective gasp as if we’d been holding our breath all winter. My favorite thing about the change of season is the optimism that comes … More Spring Again
I love New Years and have for as long as I can remember. I get teary-eyed watching the ball drop in Times Square, thinking about the year that has passed. I used to think about how I could never get that year back, out of fear of getting older and watching time slip by. I’m … More Some Resolutions
I’ve been away for a while… Life lately has been a string of interviews, papers, bank reconciliations, and stress. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed by the looming idea of ‘graduation’ and my future. Swimming through pages upon pages of application questions and interview preparations felt almost as if it were setting me back, not moving me … More Futures
Until I came to college, you would never hear me describe myself as an introvert. I loved being around people and was usually lonely without anyone around. I was constantly being introduced as someone who was outgoing, personable, and upbeat. I joined a sorority and tried to constantly fill my days with activities and feel … More Being an Introvert in College: A Comprehensive Survival Guide
An excerpt from my advanced writing class this semester. Hydrangeas The flowerbox attached to the shingled front wall is always meticulously manicured, and the hedges are always trimmed in a neat row. Hydrangeas frame the front porch, a burst of blue. Two striped awnings, now bleached from years in the sun, flutter in the breeze … More Hydrangeas
You never forget the first time you get called ‘fat’. For me, it was in 9th grade, as I was walking across the street to softball practice. I remember the two boys in my grade who had hurled ‘fat-ass’ at me and then proceeded to laugh like my shocked face was the punchline to their … More Talkin body…confidence!