Author, historian, baker, firm believer that life isn't as complicated as we make it out to be.
an open letter to ernest hemingway... kind of
So, here is the story: When I was a sophomore in college, I was taking a class called Medieval British Literature. This class, to put it mildly, absolutely changed my life. Truly. I do not know how to accurately express how much taking this class moved me. How my life shifted forever. And I will always be grateful. It is one of the best classes I have ever taken, and I’d take it again in a heartbeat.
Over and Over
California, 1957 Thomas Davenport checked his watch. A quarter to ten. Right on schedule, John came strolling through the morning light and sat across from him at the café table. When they’d become acquainted years before, he had introduced himself to Thomas as John Smith. This clearly wasn’t his real name, but Thomas wasn’t allowed to ask questions. Nor did he wish to. Besides, he doubted John even remembered his real name anymore.
a feeling so peculiar: it’s now or Evermore
I think it goes without saying that right now is an absolutely perfect time to be a Taylor Swift fan. Besides the fact that this has always been the case, the fan base is being absolutely attacked with feast after feast after feast the last year – and we’re only ready for more.
It Feels Different When You're With Me: One Year of "Heartbreak Weather"
I cannot believe that Niall Horan released Heartbreak Weather one year ago. (Well it was actually a year ago tomorrow, but we're here now.) Whether you are a Niall fan from his first album, or back from the One Direction days, I think we can all agree that watching him grow and flourish the last few years has been such a lovely thing. And this album was no exception. Flicker was so incredible that expectations were high for NH2, and our boy Niall did not disappoint. His second album was everything we needed, everything we wanted, and then some.
cardigans, ghosts, ashes, and bloodstains: let's talk about folklore
Every time Taylor Swift comes out with a new album I write a post about it. I usually do this on my personal blog that really functions as more of a journal for me, so that is where I have reviews/analyses of each album going back to 1989, which was around the time I first started blogging. This post was actually one that I wrote back in September, so quite soon after Folklore came out, and long before Evermore blew the rest of our brains apart. (As of right now, I haven't written one about Evermore. But when I do I will probably share it here on Vocal as well. I mean, if you guys want to read it.) It was so much fun writing this post and sharing everything this album meant and still means to me, so I wanted to share it here as well.
The world has whispered many things in the places we call home. Sometimes it tells you glittery lies and others dark truths. It whispers of excitement and exhilaration in deep kisses and strong drinks. It lures you under starry skies and into cold water. It tempts you to regret the black corners when you walked without a light. It lurks you into fog where you cannot see the sun.
The Space Between Suns
I am afraid of the dark. Charles didn’t know that until our first night together, when the passion cooled into the warmth of a moment I couldn’t bear to break with words. He slid away for only a moment, probably to get us a drink, but the sudden emptiness by my side as I was enveloped in the darkness was more than I could pretend to face.