Apparently awesome podcasts have been a thing for aaaaaaaaaages, and I am late to the game in my appreciation for them–but here I am at last.

It all started with John Dehlin’s Mormon Stories, and then a good friend mentioned Summer Innanen’s Fearless Rebelle Radio , and I’ve been hooked ever since.

Here is my list of podcasts to listen in on next, but I’m open to suggestions. Particularly if anyone knows about any Harry Potter podcasts…?

Serial (and then Undisclosed)
This American Life
99 percent invisible
Gilmore guys
TED Radio Hour
Love & radio
Radio Lab
The Mortified Podcast

Anything else I should give an ear to? 


Ten Random Facts

1) My favorite youtube channel to haunt can be found here. It is called Christians Against Dinosaurs, and it has become a source of considerable entertainment. I mean…really. Just look at this screenshot. It’s pristine in it’s bizarre simplicity. Screen Shot 2016-03-28 at 9.24.46 PM.png

2) My new favorite artist is Lou Doillon. She quite takes my breath away. If you want to check out one of her music videos, you can enjoy my favorite tune right here. Seriously. Check her out.

3) I abstained from Facebook for lent. 40 days without it. So yay.

4) I’m teaching myself to play the ukulele. But I’m super bad at it. <weeps>

5) I love to cook pot roast in my crockpot. I don’t know why, but I find it completely comforting. Plus it requires minimal effort. Win-win.

6) One of my favorite things is my Benjamin wearing light blue. It just looks so clean. Like it’s mean’t to be.

7) I’m turning twenty-three next month. I feel like such a baby compared to Ben. But twenty-three feels like a fairly decent age. So that’s good.

8) I love to sew stuff by hand. There is something so inviting about my little sewing box, and when I’m tempted into a project I find myself completely satisfied. It’s nice, I guess. Now if only my sewing actually looked attractive.

9) I’d give just about anything to have a piano again.

And 10) I am recently experimenting with being a redhead. We’ll see how it goes long-term, but I’m liking it so far. But I confess to missing my dark brown sometimes…my freckles seem to approve of the red though.

There you have it. Hopefully a little push into blogging will help inspire me again.

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Life is…good

Isn’t it frightfully easy to measure the less rosy aspects of life? I often mention how very good I am at complaining–and it’s true: it is practically effortless for me to identify and even catalog all the things that are just Not Right, or even Vaguely Inconvenient.

But…my life is pretty good. Truly.

1) I have a good job that I love. And it is only a ten minute drive from where I live. How is that for a bargain? I’ve read all those depressing articles about long commutes causing problems–no worries on my account.

2) I live in a lovely (albeit generic) apartment. My previous residence on Waldorf St. was NOT ideal, but our new place is pleasantly ordinary. And even a bit beautiful perhaps.

3) I have some truly lovely people in my life who care about me deeply. In the last year I stumbled into a haven of acceptance and support that sustains me still. And that is in addition to my family! I wish everyone was so lucky.

4) I have an amazing husband. He works his ass off to fulfill his dreams. And “I’m a part of that.”

5) I have a reliable and completely paid off car (her name is Hedwig) that gets me from point a. to point b. without worry. The heater works (an absolute must in these frigid Pennsylvanian temperatures), and my little Prius is so fuel-efficient that I justify my endless trips to VA without pang.

6) I have the most incredible family. I miss them every minute. All I want is for us all to live near each other and never move again.

7) I have a succulent that I have NOT killed, in spite of myself.

and 8) today is Saturday, and my Benjamin has a rare weekend off of work. The day is ours. And we get to spend it together. And tomorrow too! What richness.

Now if only I could factor some cake into this equation….


Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul Varjak: Sure.
Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then – then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

I suppose Holly and I have a lot in common. We both get the mean reds for sure. Only, instead of Tiffany’s (a store I pass frequently in the mall, but have never stepped into–I am somehow much too intimidated), I find my solace in the nearest Target.


I am typically an efficient sort of shopper. In fact, I almost race through most businesses, rapidly crossing things off my list and scurrying back to my car, purchases in tow. And yet…one simply cannot rush Target. That store somehow brings out the mosey in me. I step inside, languidly select a basket–knowing full well that I should just cut to the chase and get a cart–and slowly wend my way through the entire store.

Meyers sells candles apparently–did you know? Gardenia is likely my favorite, but the lavender or lemon verbena are suitable substitutes.

Ooooh–a wall tapestry–I could be the kind of person who has a wall tapestry, right?

So many kitchen utensils. So. Many. And I probably need them all, right? Probably.

Cheese plates! Gotta have two of those. Just in case.

Don’t even get me started on the storage bins.

And so you see. Target is my haven. My chevron paradise, located a convenient distance from my home. And I can even munch on popcorn while I walk. Who could ask for anything more.

30 before 30

A friend recently shared her 30 before 30 list, and I found myself completely inspired by its contents.

Here goes:

1) Run a half marathon. A full sounds too intimidating, but I can commit to a half.

2) Visit Hawaii. I don’t even care which island. I don’t discriminate when it comes to paradise. As long as I get to set foot on a volcano, my satisfaction will be complete.

3) Go skinny dipping. Just once. Before I’m old.

4) Watch a meteor shower–even if it means waking up at 2AM. I am frightfully devoted to my sleep, but the night sky is worth every sacrifice.

5) Climb a mountain. Maybe Mt. Kilimanjaro. Maybe just a bunny hill. But something.

6) Go scuba-diving. I don’t think I’ll ever leave my home planet, but dipping beneath the waves of the sea is as close as I’m likely to get to visiting another world.

7) Travel somewhere all by myself. Completely by myself. An entire trip. The very prospect terrifies me. But I think it’s something I’d value forever.

8) Learn to speak another language. I’m leaning toward ASL currently. But Spanish would most likely benefit me more. Then again, I’ve always been entranced by the idea of learning French…

9) Hike part of the AT. Sleep under the stars.

10) Go white river rafting. I don’t think I could ever commit to bungee jumping or sky diving, but I could raft so long as I had my Benjamin by my side. He makes me brave.

11) Completely unplug for an entire week. No phone, TV, or laptop. Sounds like heaven.

12) Go on a cruise. This is maybe more interesting to Benjamin than it is to me, but I admit that I am amenable on this topic.

13) Do a full split. I completely stole this one from my friend’s list. But I’m not ashamed. Because I think it’s an incredible goal.

14) Do a pistol squat. Have you seen those things? Such mastery.

15) Attend a midnight premiere of a movie. Now to find a movie that could tempt me away from sleep…?

16) See a broadway show. On broadway.

17) Read Moby Dick. This goal has been on every New Year Resolution list I’ve made since I was 15. I hope that I can cross it off before I’m 30.

18) Become a decent-ish amateur photographer.

19) Follow a vegan diet for 30 days.

20) Go on a bicycle trip. My husband biked from somewhere in OR to San Francisco after completing his BS. It was an unforgettable experience for him. I’d like to make a memory like that with him too.

21) Find a physical sport. That I like. And then make it a part of my life. I’m currently leaning toward hiking, yoga, or maybe soccer. I suppose croquet doesn’t really count.

22) Learn how to change a tire. All by myself. Well, maybe I could use help learning how to do it, but once I’ve learned it, I want to change a tire completely solo.

23) Set foot on the Great Wall of China. I don’t need to walk the whole thing, but I want to experience it.

24) See the Northern Lights.

25) Own a brand new piece of furniture–not from IKEA.

26) Watch a truly spectacular fireworks show with Benjamin. I hear that Hong Kong and Berlin are good at the whole fireworks thing.

27) Avoid buying bottled water for 365 days. At least.

28) Make a will. Sounds ominous, but apparently it is the mature thing to do.

29) Learn how to ski. UGH. This pastime will likely become my nemesis for years to come. But I shall conquer this. I shall.

30) Have a kid. Or two. Or more? We’ll see.

I am satisfied with my list. And after this, I’ll get going on my 40 before 40 list.

a 2016 ambition

“We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.”
–Henry David Thoreau 


We officially moved into our new apartment. In July. Five months ago. I am still puttering around and arranging (and re-arranging) things, but it feels pleasant enough. Maybe a bit bare, but homey.

Benjamin is busy as always. During my lapse in blogging he studied and passed a very taxing exam–hallelujah. This particular exam caused significant stress to both of us, and I’m tickled as punch that it is OVER. Now we just have to start the process over as Ben prepares for his next colossal exam. <sigh>

Fall was lovely this year. The colors persisted, and even though it’s halfway through November, we have yet to experience any snowfall. Once the snow begins, it’s here to stay until March or April. I found a lovely book at a used bookstore, titled, Impressionists in Winter: Effet de Neige. I am hopeful that it might help me survive the winter ahead.

I am employed at a Montessori school now, and it is a lovely fit for me. I work with infants and toddlers, and not even the endless stream of runny noses and sticky hands can deter my love for the environment. I am happy to have found such a good fit.

I’ll endeavor to update more as time marches on. Blogging makes me quite happy. Sometimes it’s just difficult to find the words, I suppose.