Ashlin B

  • Idaho: What Makes Love Last?

    When I left for Idaho one of the things I was seeking the answer to was, what makes love last? How do people make it stick? I kept crashing headfirst into the reality that it isn’t years that produce success; it isn’t stability that creates longevity. Finding out these were not the answers started to…

  • When Memories are Our God

    I spent a good chunk of my early twenties regretting two days: an afternoon at a sushi restaurant and a night I spent alone watching Batman at the movie theater inside of the mall. I didn’t realize it, but all those years I spent driving around my hometown arguing with God, I was trying to figure out a way to…

  • Love Gets Good

    It rained that morning. You were full of excuses; forever the king of justifications, the king of reasons why. That was the morning I stopped believing anyone who says the words “I wish I could, but…” This week I sat at my favorite hotel restaurant, the one with the floor to ceiling windows and white…

  • It Won’t Be the 2nd Floor Apartment: Moving, Questions, and Short Seasons

    The first few weeks I lived here I came home every night and watched the 2016 Olympics. I cried every time Michael Phelps won another Olympic medal. It didn’t really matter that I knew he was going to win before he jumped in the pool, the end of his career still stirred something in me.…

  • There’s No Quick Fix for Your Health or Heart

    This blog post is brought to you by the fact that I’m about to start a quick juice cleanse. That being said, I’ve recently been on this insane tirade about cleanses, fad diets, and the Whole30 obsessed culture we live in that is looking for a quick fix while trying to avoid a life of discipline…

  • The Myth of Inner Beauty

    I’d be lying if I said that I don’t roll my eyes every time I hear someone say that inner beauty is more important than outer beauty. Not because it isn’t true or because I don’t live by that standard, but because I live in a world that says that, but does everything to contradict it.…

  • I’ll Tell Him That He Didn’t Fight These Last Few Years Alone

    The smell of stale coffee always reminds me of a man I met on a flight bound for Seattle. He wore a navy blue hoodie and dark framed glasses. He crossed his chest in prayer before we lifted off and touched the ground. When I saw him again three days later boarding the same flight as…

  • The Plans We Make + The People We Keep

    It has now become public knowledge that I recently left my job. But this blog is not about that. This post is also not about the number of mornings or evenings I’ve spent crying in my kitchen floor this week, although I could probably release a few full length novels on the subject. It’s more about…

  • My Birthday, Jack Bauer, and Fighting Back

    My 24th year of life was somewhat similar to the tv show 24. Ironically enough, it was also the year in which I watched all eight seasons of the show and fell in love with Jack Bauer and also Tony Almeida. But not Sherry Palmer, she was legit the craziest person television has ever seen (except for…

  • Choosing One Another

    I had a conversation earlier that stuck with me. We were talking about relationships and getting things out in the open at the very beginning. How it’s better just to lay the big things out right there at the start: the important things, the maybe-even-a-little-bit-crazy things, the dreams, the parts of you that you know just aren’t…

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