that girl

I’m suddenly that girl.
I’m the girl who lives up the spiral staircase
I’m the girl who’s got a bird’s nest for a balcony
The girl you’re always so curious of,
In the house you’ve always dreamed of.
Who lives up there?
What books does she read?
Is it dark and mysterious in that tippy top room of hers?
The girl I’m always so curious of.
Who lives in that house?
I do.

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So as we all know, last year was the year of the selfie. See the following from the Oxford Dictionary:



  • a photograph that one has taken of oneself, typically one taken with a smartphone or webcam and uploaded to a social media website: occasional selfies are acceptable, but posting a new picture of yourself every day isn’t necessary


early 21st century: from self + -ie.

I just want to know why now? I mean, I have proof that people have been taking selfies for at least nine years now. It may not have been taken with a smart phone, but I present to you the vintage selfie:

vintage selfie

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season three

brightly crisp sun-leaves
warmth seeping outside to in
sweet tea in autumn

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I stare at my veins
the trees of my arms
roots going deep
And I think of my size
the massiveness of me
(I only feel normal
because I’m me)

Hemoglobin can’t fathom
being five-foot-three
and I can’t even begin to think
of nanometers as home
How could I be a mountain?
none but a mountain could say
and a mountain would call me an ant
But to some I am a mile-high cliff

I am gnat and I am giant
I am one in a family of many
I am populated by a city of cells

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intellectualism + christianity

God is no fonder of intellectual slackers than of any other slackers. If you are thinking of becoming a Christian, I warn you, you are embarking on something which is going to take the whole of you, brains and all.

-C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

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“naked and shivery and without any bones”

A collection of Willa Cather’s letters is soon to be published. Here’s a beautiful excerpt:

In other matters — things about the office — I can usually do what I set out to do and I can learn by experience, but when it comes to writing I’m a new-born baby every time — always come into it naked and shivery and without any bones. I never learn anything about it at all. I sometimes wonder whether one can possibly be meant to do the thing at which they are more blind and inept and blundering than at anything else in the world.


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cookie tartlets

I had this scrumptious dessert at a wedding. But I had no recipe, and neither did the internet. Not even pinterest. This was surprising. So, what the heck, right? I’ll just wing it.

cookie tarts

And who knew? It was surprisingly simple and delicious and probably the most adorable thing I’ve ever made. You should make it too.

Chocolate Chip Cookie Tarts

30 oz Pillsbury chocolate chip cookie dough (by all means, make your own! I was just feeling lazy-ish, and it was super tasty anyway)
8 oz cream cheese
4 T butter (softened)
1 c powdered sugar
1/2 t vanilla
berries to your heart’s content

  1. Spoon rounded tablespoonfuls of cookie dough into a muffin tin–enough so that you can press out a thin layer on the bottom of each muffin….basin?….and shape some up around the sides.
  2. Bake for ~10 minutes in a 350° oven.
  3. Meanwhile, make the cream cheese filling. Cream together the butter and cream cheese, then add the powdered sugar and vanilla, and beat until creamy.
  4. When the cookie tartlets come out of the oven, let them sit for a few minutes. Then, place the tin upside down on a cooling rack, and tap the bottom of each ….. muffin space thing. Remove the tin and place the cookie tarts right side up and let them cool.
  5. Once the cookie tarts are cool, fill with cream cheese filling (I used a ziploc bag with the corner cut off) and add berries.
  6. And then eat the darn things. They’re so tasty.
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no one can foretell the lessons they’ll learn
not even the teacher with her lesson plans -
not when the blizzard comes
or the baby has colicked for days

so I won’t prescribe myself a destination, this year
a resolution I’ll never resolve
I’ll steer my mind hard to starboard, though

see, I can pinpoint the lessons now,
those that have crossed my way
so I’ll sail toward learning until morning
refrain from forcing my hand
and let myself be taught


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