Growing up, church to me meant sitting in straight backed pews, and trying not to fall asleep during the lesson. It meant rolling quarters across the lobby floor, playing tag with the other deacon’s kids, and always waiting for the endless meetings to be over.

As I got older, we switched congregations. My view of church morphed. It was, still, ritualistic in nature; mandatory, but comfortably familiar.

As a teenager, it was something that I disliked. I still believed in (and loved) God, but I found the political undertones to be distasteful. I was often on the receiving end of a disapproving gaze, and I found their narrow minded worldview both objectionable, as well as decidedly unChristlike.

For a while, I swore off church. I felt that attending regularly took away from the intimate, unstructured nature of a true relationship with God. I also felt like sitting in a pew and putting money in the plate was a facade, created to present the ‘right’ image.

It was not for me.

During my sophomore year in college, everything changed. I found a congregation filled with authentic, real people– flawed beings who are pursuing Christ passionately. They are only concerned with loving Him, and serving those He created.

I love them.

However, my view of church has changed once more.

While I’m keeping up with my new church over the summer (#podcasts4dayzz) I have begun to truly understand that ‘church’ has absolutely nothing to do with the building, the pastor, or those gosh darn pews.

Church is purely fellowshipping with other followers. That is it.

I feel church at work, when I share coffee with my fellow believer.

I feel church in the living room, eating ice cream and laughing with my roommates.

I feel church when I catch up on tv with my little sister, and during 8 a.m. ballet class with my sisters in Christ.

I no longer believe that church is confined to Sunday morning– it’s a living, breathing illustration of our relationship with God.  We get to experience it daily, as we spend time with other believers… Even when we’re not ‘worshiping’ in the traditional sense.

Church. I feel it now.



cheap thrills

Recently, I have taken up thrifting because I am poor as crap  enjoy piecing together outfits, as well as saving money.  While I was on the fence at first, I’m seriously starting to enjoy it.  It’s like a treasure hunt, and I’m a fiercely accessorized pirate.


Behold, this month’s spoils:

Side note: rompers always look awkward and boxy when they’re not on a body.  It’s cute, I swear. 

**American Eagle jeans (light wash) =  Goodwill, $6

Forever 21 jeans (pink) = Goodwill, $4

American Eagle sweater = Goodwill, $4

Hollister flannel = Goodwill, $4

Cream sweater (not pictured) = Goodwill, $4

Old Navy button down = Goodwill, $3

Navy romper = Target, $10 (Clearance rack. IT COUNTS OKAY.)

Red shirt = Plato’s closet, $6

Leather boots = Goodwill, $5

Things Purchased: 2 pairs of pants, 5 shirts, 1 romper, and 1 pair of shoes

Total: $46

**Brand new, originally retailed at $49.95

Great.  I can now afford to buy 18 venti lattes from Starbucks with all of the money I saved.  Or 40 gallons of gas.  Or 90 tacos from Taco Bell.  Or textbooks for this upcoming semester.

Not too shabby.


unpopular opinion: sugar and spice

My good friend J.  She is insanely smart, strong, and beautiful. 

“She’s a sweet girl.”

That phrase has always struck me as mildly backhanded.  Girls (and boys) are oftentimes referred to as ‘sweet’ when their niceness is the only striking part of their character.

Now, before I lose you dear reader, I am not suggesting that being nice is undesirable.  Not in the least.  In fact, I think it’s a pretty underrated quality, especially in an age where snark is commended.

What I am suggesting is this: ‘sweet’ is a vague, underwhelming compliment.  People who use it often are either inattentive or inarticulate.

After all, girls and boys who are described as ‘sweet’ are almost never viewed seriously. They are seen as soft spoken, simple, and unassuming.

Let’s raise our daughters (and our sons) to be firm, but kind.  Outspoken, but respectful. Intelligent and resourceful; confident and creative.  Let’s not allow them to be seen simply as ‘nice’.

People aren’t cupcakes.  Please don’t call them sweet.



woahh it’s july / summer loves

Holy crap.  Where has the summer gone? School starts in 5 weeks?! I can’t believe it.  I refuse to accept it.

This summer has been my favorite so far.  I am such a fan of this period in life– young adulthood is pretty great, albeit slightly self-centered.  Maybe that’s not a bad thing though.  I feel like you really get to know yourself in your early twenties, in a way that can’t be replicated later in life.

As a 21 year old, I have discovered that I have an unmatched passion for thrift shopping, cheap wine, and human rights.  It’s taken me two decades, but I finally look, smell, AND talk like a hippie!  Yay!

But I digress.

Here are a few things that are making my summer even more fabulous:

Rad lady books

Photo cred: my ancient iPhone and lack of creativity

Confession: I am officially a women studies minor.  And a raging feminist (in the sense that I believe that men and women are equal, and that one sex is not superior to the other).  All three of these books are wonderful; I’m currently knee deep in the one on the far right, and I finished #GIRLBOSS in two days.

(p.s. you should add me on goodreads.)



Part of the reason why things have been so quiet around here this summer is because I restarted a small business that I began in high school.  And my first round of does kindled last week.  The kits are beginning to get their baby coats, and I literally can’t handle the cuteness.

The 1975 

The amount of angst in this photograph is earth shattering.

Because lead singer Matt Healy is better at eyeliner than I am– and I respect that.