Dear wanderer,

Perhaps you grew up dreaming of receiving your Hogwarts letter, or stumbling upon Narnia. Perhaps you long to visit Pemberley, to Defy Gravity, or to go to the ball. I will write you that letter, and build you that wardrobe. [A metaphorical wardrobe, that is.] Here you will find step-by-step lesson plans with takeaway homework assignments that show you how to embody fictional heroines in the everyday. This means chasing your dreams and making the impossible happen with your own inner magic.

For the full experience, you can Own Your Story, or join me for a literary tea party.

You have the potential. Heroine Training provides the tools.

Welcome to our headquarters, where dreams meet reality, where fiction is cherished, where magic is real.

Sincerely, your guide on this journey,



P.S. Read more about Heroine Training

on desktop wallpaper

on desktop wallpaper^ my desktop wallpaper

computers have been integrated into modern life to the extent that they are pretty much required. and everyone who has a computer has desktop wallpaper, however plain, however automated. i love to see what others have chosen as their wallpaper; it is the picture contained within the intimacy of someone’s screen that they have personally chosen and it reveals something about them, and about them in the present. mine is above – a blurry but mystical shot of the boston sky as my sister and i drove home, a magical treat of a view that made the sky seem endless and wonderful

on fluffy sheep

^ sheep in lacock

i like sheep. they are one of my favourite things about england. on the coach journey to oxford there are many viewing opportunities, so i link them with the whole traveling-in-england experience. but beyond associative nostalgia, i admire their lifestyle. they are calm and make comfy sounds. i love to watch sheep; i call it graze gazing. occasionally one will bolt across the field and that is an exciting rarity. besides, they are fluffy, and that is adorable. 

on autumn

^ oxford in autumn

october is my favorite month of the year. the air smells crisp and fresh, the weather is perfectly cool, leaves are bright and daintily messy and gorgeous. while i love my work, there is the inevitable stress that occupies my mind, distracting me from enjoying my autumn. yet, sometimes the two correspond. here anne elliot thinks of autumn, though distracted by her own mind’s musings:

her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which has drawn every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.

– jane austen’s persuasion