Brit's Best of Fall Masterlist: Music, Movies, Smells, Recipes, Beauty

Brit's Best of Fall Masterlist: Music, Movies, Smells, Recipes, Beauty

I’m pretty sure I’ve never tried to hide the fact that I believe fall is the superior season. So much so, that I’ve always said my “new year” starts in September. The air just smells different. The way the light hits things is different. The world changes color for no good reason but to be beautiful, and I love it.

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A Love Letter To The Artists, Creators, And Dreamers

A Love Letter To The Artists, Creators, And Dreamers

You are color. Your biggest fear is living a normal life. A stifled life. A boring life. A 9-5, fluorescent filled, gray cubicle life. The kind of security the average suburbian dreams of is your slow poison. And so is the thought of being average. It brings you to the edge of insanity even more so than the thought of settling.

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Here's Why I Can't Have Kids. You Can Stop Asking Now. (A Weird Infertility Tale)

Here's Why I Can't Have Kids. You Can Stop Asking Now. (A Weird Infertility Tale)

If you're confused as to why I'm even writing about something so personal as infertility or weird health problems, I can only assume we aren't real life friends. And also, you have never read any of my blogs before. So, let me introduce myself. I'm Brit, and I'm about to talk about my uterus now, ok

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Free Yourself From The Prison Of Approval

Free Yourself From The Prison Of Approval

This is a very important blog for me to write because I see so many people living miserable lives and I used to be one of them. My people-pleasing-empathetic tendencies held me captive most of my life - committing to things I didn't want to do, staying in relationships and jobs longer than I should have, silencing my thoughts for fear of hurting someone's feelings.

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When All Your Beautiful Plans Go To Shit

When All Your Beautiful Plans Go To Shit

I feel uniquely qualified to write this blog, and not just because I just finished watching Dirty Dancing for the 7,294th time. And actually, I lied. Not about Dirty Dancing - I would never do that - but about being uniquely qualified. I'm no more qualified to write this than my neighbor, or my mom, or that guy walking his dog in front of my window, or you.

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There Will Always Be Ice Cream - And Other Things I Learned From Dating A Heroin Addict

There Will Always Be Ice Cream - And Other Things I Learned From Dating A Heroin Addict

I had never met anyone before who could eat a box of mint chip ice cream in one sitting... besides myself. Granted, I didn't usually do it at midnight and fall asleep, mid-chew, while sitting in complete darkness on the living room floor.

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