Ashlin B

  • Adulting: It’s Not a Thing (or a Verb)

    Let’s be honest, we’ve all laughed at a good adulting meme that so adequately describes the difficulties of trying to be a grown up and do the responsible thing. I will be the first one to admit that the majority of the first half of my twenties has been a complete train wreck. I didn’t own a rain coat for…

  • Women: Making Change + Being Heard

    The Women’s March has me incredibly stirred. I think protests are incredible. Give me old black and white photos of Martin Luther King Jr. marching and I am moved in deep and profound ways. Footage of him being arrested while praying is one of the most painful and powerful things to ever be captured on film. I do not…

  • Breaking Up + Building Home

    I just got back from Georgia and it felt a lot like seeing an ex for the first time since a break-up. It was all the nervous tension and trying to figure out how to act and how to feel. At first it was this bittersweet mix of formality and familiarity. We’re used to do everything together, but…

  • The New and Good Year

    2016 was a year that I think I learned more than most of my other years combined. When I look back, I think I could fill an entire stadium with pages of lessons I picked up along the way. I’ll leave you with a little bit of what this year taught me. Through the good,…

  • When The Holidays Are Hard

    Some days I am still in the kitchen looking for napkins at that Christmas party. I can hear the laughter coming from the back of the house, my heart swells with the hope as the background music fades to the next track. I immediately smile as I hear the younger version of myself laugh. Nothing was untouched…

  • Learning from Loneliness

    I used to live in a house with some fierce women and we spent our evenings eating dinner in the kitchen floor while laughing, crying, yelling, or praying. Now, I come home to a quiet apartment, to the hum of my refrigerator and the buzz of the light above my stove. It’s cozy this time of year.…

  • As all of America responded, there was only one word I could say.

    I fell asleep before the final results came in. But I already knew which candidate was going to be the next President of the United States. I woke up this morning and let it sink in. I scrolled through my social media and didn’t move for a long time. I finally crawled out of bed and…

  • I have one less pair of pants and I now need to hide underground, but it will all be okay.

    The ceiling literally caved in. I came home a few weeks ago to big chunks of my ceiling laying in the floor. Then came final exams, a crazy list of things to-do at work, a roach in my bathroom, getting incredibly sick, and then accidentally and unintentionally stalking an old(ish) man. Then came the world’s worst migraine…

  • eat the cake and be thankful

    My sister got married. Which most days still seems like a sentence of fiction. It feels like this story that I’ve crafted in my mind about a day filled with coffee, flowers, shades of green, and warm hugs from the people who know me best. The rhythm of the entire thing was joy and nostalgia, it…

  • The Only Way I Can Vote…

    I took a walk this morning to grab a cup of coffee from the cafe across the street. I noticed that the air is getting colder, the leaves are slowly changing. This morning was the start of a perfect autumn day. But I found myself frustrated, clenching my fists, telling God that this whole election thing has got…

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