Another month has disappeared and suddenly it is April. It’s hard to believe how fast everything is moving when every day seems to stretch on forever. Tonight I’m taking one of my friends out to dinner to celebrate her graduation. It is raining right now, and snow is in the forecast next week but I can almost feel the ground coming back to life. Spring is close.


I made these mini lemon cakes for my mum and they were a big hit

Plus mug cake for me, this is the best vanilla mug cake I’ve ever made, it’s delicious with a little lemon curd

How can you not love the east coast when they make desserts like this

I’m reading the Tiger’s Wife for my lit class and it’s beautiful 

My new style Pinterest board

If you haven’t watched Numb3rs, you probably should

Poem of the week will follow, it is poetry month after all 🙂


Printables and Links

I can’t believe that February is nearly over! I’ve been busy with my classes this week (as always). Taking two lit. classes gives one an incredible amount of reading, who knew?

I did want to take this opportunity to share my printable schedule that I use in my bullet journal/planner. It took me an embarrassing long time to make so, I’d like someone other than just me to get some use out of it. This semester, I have no classes on Friday so I made a four day version as well as a five day version.

4 Day Blank Schedule

5 Day Blank Schedule


I am in love with this photo shoot combining two of my favorite things (Misty Copeland and Degas)

I ordered a tube of Ultra Matte ColourPop lipstick (after seeing this instagram post) and I am very excited to see how it goes.

Speaking of, if you are at all interested in medicine or personal essays, I highly recommend LadyKay’s essays about her third year med school rotations.

I don’t usually go for chia recipes but I love pomegranate and pistachio so much that I’m willing to try this one

“Wet” walnuts on ice cream sundays are pretty much my childhood (though  I suspect the ones from Demoulas were not made with maple syrup)

In spite of my two lit. classes I’m still trying to make time for pleasure reading. At the moment it’s mostly middle grade and YA because they make me happy and I need a lit. break.


January and Poem of The Week

The month of January has been hard, but not as hard as December. The cold weather has finally set in and it wears me down as cold weather does. But there have also been good things. I’ve been taking an intensive course on International Maternal and Child Health which has been enjoyable, I have submitted my study abroad application for next year, and come April, I will be costuming a new show, as lead designer. Things are looking up though there is still a of of winter left to go. I only have one more week of classes before my week off, I want to make it a good one.


I’m starting valentines now in the hopes that I might finish them on time this year 🙂 My focus right now is on the language of flowers I’m primarily using Kate Greenaway’s “Language of Flowers” but I’ve also heard good things about “The Language of Flowers” edited by Miss Ildrewe

On the topic of Valentine’s Day, there’s also this link to instructions on how to make roses out of hard candy (which is exactly my kind of crazy) and a Red Velvet Fudge recipe

On the topic of fudge, now I want to make German Chocolate Fudge because it sounds amazing

For other food, things I want to make include, semolina pudding (which I remember from my childhood), this breakfast panzanella (I am literally always up for panzanella and have I mentioned how amazing Molly Yeh’s photography is?) and this recipe for sarson ka saag which I have never heard of before

On a completely different topic, I’ve started bullet journalling for real (as in I now know what it’s called). Sites I’m really loving for inspiration are Blue Paper Trail, Without Elephants, Boho Berry and Tiny Ray of Sunshine.

Continuing the school theme, I read some great articles for my class including this one on group prenatal care. I also discovered this public radio series on birth.

Poem of the Week:

Next Time Ask More Questions
Naomi Shihab Nye, 1952

Before jumping, remember
the span of time is long and gracious.

No one perches dangerously on any cliff
till you reply. Is there a pouch of rain

desperately thirsty people wait to drink from
when you say yes or no? I don’t think so.

Hold that thought. Hold everything.
When they say “crucial”—well, maybe for them?

Hold your horses and your minutes and
your Hong Kong dollar coins in your pocket,

you are not a corner or a critical turning page.
Wait. I’ll think about it.

This pressure you share is a misplaced hinge, a fantasy.
I am exactly where I wanted to be.

Copyright © 2015 by Naomi Shihab Nye. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 9, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.

Monday Morning

I am taking the morning off today, to eat sugary scones and think about nothing. After a few weeks of uncharacteristic warmth, the cold has finally hit with a vengeance. I’ve been thinking about the future this week, about what I want and where I’m trying to go. I have many things to be grateful for this week (and every other week), my family, my friends, my opportunities. This will be a week of celebrations.

These cloth tissue packs are simple but what a great idea
I want a yarn bowl for Christmas. I love this one but with my life, ceramic might be out of the question
It’s cookie season! My friends all tease me about being a snob with my “all natural” ramen and dislike of Kraft Mac and Cheese but when it comes to childhood favorites all bets are off (case in point: raspberry ribbon pie). I grew up in church basements and school bake sales and I am not above ooey-gooey cake mix bars.

Poem of the Week

November for Beginners
Snow would be the easy
way out—that softening
sky like a sigh of relief
at finally being allowed
to yield. No dice.
We stack twigs for burning
in glistening patches
but the rain won’t give.
So we wait, breeding
mood, making music
of decline. We sit down
in the smell of the past
and rise in a light
that is already leaving.
We ache in secret,
a gloomy line
or two of German.
When spring comes
we promise to act
the fool. Pour,
rain! Sail, wind,
with your cargo of zithers!
November 1981
Source: Poetry (June 2012).

Sunday Funday

For the first time in weeks I feel like I might actually almost be on top of what I need to get done going into this week.

I’ve been thinking about tragedy probably more than I should in light of the deaths in Paris and the bombings in Beirut and everywhere else where people are losing their lives to senseless violence. There is no antidote to senseless violence but if there was, I would imagine that it would be purposeful kindness. With that in mind, I am resolved to do my part to be kind even when it is hard and perhaps especially then.

I’m planning Thanksgiving dinner this week. It’ll be quiet this year, just three of us. I’m planning on making whole roasted cauliflower, corn bread,cranberry sauce, a vegetarian version of this stuffing, this turkey breast, the pie I mentioned yesterday and spiced cupcakes probably modified from this recipe which is always one of my go-tos.

Other recipes I’m feeling right now are these butter sandwich cookies and these glazed cookies.

After Flare Path, I’ve got the 40s on the brain. I’m loving this style board and this one with knitting. There were some really great sweaters going on.

Speaking of knitting, it’s yarn season. I’m making this scarf for my mum and when I finish that, it’s on to these gloves for my friend and this hat for our neighbors new baby.

It’s my baby sister’s birthday next week and I don’t know what to get her. I got her this book last year. I’ve been thinking about arts and crafts stuff. I remember loving this shrink plastic kit but it might be a little old for her. I’ll also be making cake of course. I’m hoping for something like thisfrosting wise.

I haven’t been reading lately but there are a lot of middle grade books on my to-read-list including The Glass Sentence, When You Reach Me, The Boundless, The Apothecary and many more. I also just finished Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo and it was great.

Poem of the Week
from The Hard Season by Kathleen Lynch

Don’t hold back now, have
chocolate, throw extra
kindling on, even though
skies urge cover & hoarding.
When mice pitter in
for crumbs, compliment
their small feet and fitting
ways. When your mouth
houses a curse, swallow,
think how you once
had no words at all
yet managed
your hungers.

Poem of the Week (+ poem of last week and links)

It’s hell week and I’m too tired to say anything interesting.

Cornmeal pound cake recipe
Bagel recipe
“Louisa’s cake” recipe

This Week’s Poem of the Week:

Approach of Winter
by William Carlos Williams
 The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall
where the salvias, hard carmine,—
like no leaf that ever was—
edge the bare garden.

Last Week’s Poem of the Week:

by Carl Sandburg
There was a late autumn cricket,
And two smoldering mountain sunsets
Under the valley roads of her eyes.
There was a late autumn cricket,
A hangover of summer song,
Scraping a tune
Of the late night clocks of summer,
In the late winter night fireglow,
This in a circle of black velvet at her neck.
In pansy eyes a flash, a thin rim of white light, a beach bonfire
ten miles across dunes, a speck of a fool star in night’s half
circle of velvet.
In the corner of the left arm a dimple, a mole, a forget-me-not,
and it fluttered a hummingbird wing, a blur in the honey-red
clover, in the honey-white buckwheat.
From Smoke & Steel

Poem of the Week and Links

This week’s poem of the week comes from Hoa Nguyen

Love and Level

by Hoa Nguyen

Love and level the sleeves
Eating is a hand
here        Leave laughing if you must
like leave this creamy celery root

We push out                     jerking
a sleeve of we    & I cover you
horses sourced in sea

(weave in waves and manes)

Hoa Nguyen, “Love and Level” from As Long As Trees Last. Copyright 2012.

Taiye Selasi has something to say about where she’s from
And it’s well said. I teared up at a couple points because it hit so close to home.

Why print in the darkroom?
Alternative and historical processes
I am looking forward to getting back into the darkroom sometime within the next month or so.

A super dedicated journaller

My family came to visit me this weekend which always leave me off balance searching for my place in my day to day life but this week was better than last week and I just need to hang on and ride the wave up and in.