summer reads, just add water;

{oh, woops! well, howdy there. as it is always doing, life had to be lived and summertime means laptop-thigh-sweat started happening. you know how that goes. we’ll just let my little absence slide, right? i thank you kindly. as a bartering tool, here’s one of my favorite things to put up on this little space.} […]

i want to go to there, a reading list;

{old orchard beach, maine} basically, ya’ll, my wanderlust is going crazy enough to make me want to say “ya’ll”. luckily, a one bedroom in manhattan is my destiny this summer, so thankfully i have some place to walk my new mom-ish shoes around {baby girl loves sensible shoes, even if they age me ten years}. […]

a literary halloweekend;

as is my usual fashion, this halloween was a nerdy one. i decided that the best use of my closet to make a “sexy emily dickinson” costume (isn’t it sad that it took me five minutes and my closet to make this costume? don’t answer that.) i pranced around a party with final harvest in […]

on the bedside table;

i’ve developed a bad friday habit. after relinquishing the throes of required reading from class each week, i walk myself to my local bookstore (way, way too close to my new apartment), perch myself on a piece of carpet in their bargain basement (most likely to be found in: classics, cookbooks, $1 books in plastic […]

greatest hits of renaissance drama;

{caption for this photo:” wait, did i write cymbeline?!?”} i had the odd pleasure of taking a renaissance drama class this semester. not only was this class ridiculous (which is natural when your professor has four masters degrees and went to yale after she got bored at stanford, seriously) and intense, but it also brought […]

{weekly reads} 5;

                            big fish                                                by daniel wallace   “how can the world be seen at such speeds? where do people need to go so badly they can’t realize what is already here, outside the car window? my father remembers when there were no cars at all. he remembers when people used to walk. […]