How to tell the American story…

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This semester, I’ve had the pleasure of taking a course on the American Revolution and the Early Republic with Dr. Fred Anderson here at CU-Boulder. Even though I’ve spent a great portion of my life idolizing the Founding Fathers, and studying colonial American history while an undergrad in Boston, I’ve never actually taken a course on the subject of the Revolution and the creation of the Constitution. How that one slipped through the cracks, I’m not sure. Nevertheless, it’s thrilling to be able to spend such focused time learning about this pivotal moment in our nation’s history, and especially to be studying under such an brilliant historian of early American history as Fred Anderson.

I’ve had a few surprises along the way, as Dr. Anderson has made arguments about the narrative of the Revolution that I hadn’t really thought of before. How timely, too, that I am jumping into this material when the nation is up in arms about the new AP U.S History curriculum. I’ve spent many an afternoon/evening talking with my husband about the existing narrative of the American revolution, and how this curriculum change may or many not affect our sense of national identity. In your mind, when did the Revolution begin? I asked him. 1776? he responded, unsure. Did it really? I shoot back. What if you’re missing key elements of the story? 

(Read the rest of this never-before shared post that I wrote last fall, over at my new website, Anne, I am.)



“Bodies on the Border”: My Response

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What are your thoughts on immigration reform? Have you given this issue much of your time lately?

Shared above is a heartbreaking photojournalism piece from The New York Times. I was given the link to this documentary as a part of an assignment for a sociology class I’m taking this semester on food and society, and in the nine or so minutes that it took me to watch this film, I’ve been more moved to think and act critically on this issue than I have in the last nine years since I turned 18-years-old, and became a registered voter in the state of Colorado. All the talk in this year’s midterm election cycle, all the ad campaigns, all the debates – they don’t hold a candle, in my opinion, to the effectiveness of this documentary in communicating the pressing nature of immigration reform.

(Read the rest of this never-before shared post that I wrote last fall, and the 10-minute documentary that I was writing about, over at my new website, Anne, I am.)



Our Layover in NYC


Well, Spencer and I have run into the first of, what I am sure will be many, hiccups on our first European adventure! We missed our connecting flight out of JFK yesterday morning, so we are currently stuck in New York. They tried to re-book us on the evening flight, but we are already functioning on so little sleep, and I just didn’t feel right about starting our trip off this way. So, though it took a few hours of finagling, I was able to get our flight rebooked for the next day, and we decided to get a hotel in Manhattan for the night!

(Read the rest of the post over at my new website, Anne, I am.)



Our Trip to Britain

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In May, Spencer and I traveled to Britain for the first time. After a week in London and week in Scotland, it’s safe to say that we are hooked. We have most definitely been bitten by the travel bug. I have had a love and affinity for the British Isles for years and years – I honestly can’t believe that I had never been there until now. A few opportunities over the years came up where I could have gone to Europe, but I always let them pass me by. Needless to say, I’ll never make that mistake ever again.

(Read the full post at my new website, Anne, I am.)





Changes are coming!


Hello, friends!

I am excited to announce that, today, I have launched a new blog called Anne, I am. On Anne, I am. you will find a blog of a different sort. Over the last year, it has become quite obvious to me that this blog does not quite fit with who I am anymore. I spend about 75% of my life working on my scholarly pursuits, and none of that ends up here. I am so passionate about politics, social justice, history, and spirituality, and really, most of it does not extend past my husband’s ears in our conversations. I hate that! I love writing, and I love this community. I want to share these loves with you.

However, I recognize that much of this audience found me by way of a viral Pinterest post about a bulletin board I made three years ago. If you’re interested in DIY, and you don’t really want to be bothered with posts about social issues, that’s fine. That is why I created an entirely new website and brand. It is not that I want to lose any of you. I love this community so much! But it is okay in mind to separate and sift a bit, you know? We part ways with people all the time. It’s natural.

Anne, I am. is a space which presents the lay expression of my commitment to humanistic sociology; I seek to widen the fold of intellectual query in the field without dampening its innate rigor and challenges. Not a sociologist? No problem. Learning about the social world – identity, war, religion, race, gender, the environment, justice – it is a lot for anyone to take on. Through my reflections on what I am learning, I hope to, not only improve as a student and writer, but invite others into a purposeful and considerate discussion.

Some of what I have posted previously on this site has already been moved over. Some of it will not. But I think you will find that I am still me, and that I am still writing about much of what we’ve been talking about for the last five years of this blog’s life. I am still talking about health and wellness. And I am still talking about friendships, as well as home design and style. But it will take on a different kind of spin. Instead of only talking about paleo eating, we might also talk about food justice. I think that a lot of you will really like this extra take on things, and I’m excited to chat with you about it – in the comments, through email, on Facebook, and even Instagram or Twitter!

Anne the Adventurer will stay up for a few more weeks, but I will be taking it down at the end of August. It’s hard to say, but it is time.

Before I go, will you do something for me? Will you, my awesome and devoted readers, head over to the new site and let me know what you think? If you find glitches, things that are confusing, or something you really like, will you let me know? You can email me directly at If you’re pressed for time, shoot me a message on Twitter @anneiam.

I’m excited to grow and continue to share with you all. Thank you for supporting me and this space for the last five years, and I hope that we are still listening and sharing and encouraging each other for another five more.



Daily Intention: 6.15.15


We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation.”

Romans 5:3-4


(Image via HillsongUnited‘s Instagram)



“I know this trip should take a week…”


A bit of reflection this morning:

This morning, after Spencer left for work, I had my “mellow summer” playlist jamming while I cleaned up the house. I was just moseying around, picking things up, and then the song “You Are Mine” by Enter the Worship Circle came on. I’ve heard this song dozens of times – I first heard it in the TV show “Hart of Dixie” (RIP Bluebell) – but for some reason, the hook snagged on my heart this morning and dragged me towards the computer to write. The lyrics that caught me?

“Maybe I don’t have the strength, maybe I don’t have the faith.You brought me here in 40 years… well, I know this trip should take a week…. in all of this, I’ve come undone.”

I’ve been on quite the journey the last few years. Health, career, friendships, family – there has been a lot of growth and refinement – and as thankful as I am, part of me feels like I’ve been traveling for way longer than normally necessary. One of my peers from college is now a full-time tenured professor at a major liberal arts college, and I’m just now applying for my PhD. Several of my friends have two children, and the majority of the rest are pregnant now or trying to get pregnant. As for us, in light of graduate school, traveling to Europe, and a possible move next year, we’re not in that place…

I feel so behind. As if I’m being led through the wilderness, the road curving this way and that, backwards and forwards, and I’m being surpassed by those who are on a much more direct route. I’m frustrated…I’m angry! I know, I know, I tell myself, I am “learning” and “growing”… but really I’m just jealous of what others have and what make them happy.

We all have our own stories – I know that. But I’ve found that the story of “I feel misunderstood” or “I don’t feel seen” is a major roadblock for me. Can you relate? Is there a journey that you are on that feels like a winding road, where every one step forward is accompanied by two steps back?

The next stop on my academic journey is the GRE exam. Again, this is a duplicate stop – I was here three years ago. I feel as if my entire career hinges on this test, and, in a way, it does. Is there such a thing as good pressure?

The next stop on my health journey is sewing together all the separate pieces I’ve knit these last few years – first the emotional, then the fitness, and finally, the nutrition. Will I be able to?

I suppose I’d be silly to leave out the end of the song.

Lately, I’ve been pretty cynical about faith and religion and God. I have a lot of questions about these things – about the nature of Scripture and changing interpretations and belief in the wake of culture – that no pastor or leader or friend has been able to answer for me. Funnily enough, yesterday I read this article about relativity and time (this is the kind of thing that my husband LOVES), and after a few Back to the Future jokes, I realized how comforting it was to my spirit. If time does not move forward, but backwards, and if chance is not chance at all, then my whole conception of myself in comparison to others is off. And, hang with me, if Newtonian physics is not the foundation upon which reality rests… then that opens up a lot of doors for a supreme Being, a Spirit that cannot be boiled down and reduced to a porcelain doll by narrow-minded Christian pastors… and I am comforted.

“When you walk though the water, I will be with you
When you pass through the river, the waves will not overtake you
When you walk on the fire, the flames they will not touch you
You are mine, you are mine, you are mine…”




Off to London we go!


I am so excited because this past weekend, Spencer and I booked our tickets to go to England and Scotland in May!

I can’t wait. It has been a dream of mine to go to the UK for as long as I can remember. Truly! I am really looking forward to all of the historical places we are going to visit, especially those related to the honors thesis I’m writing for school on the Glorious Revolution and empire in colonial New England. We are planning on spending five days in London, and then a few days in other English cities (perhaps Bath, where my sweet reader-turned-friend Louise is from!) before heading up to Scotland.

Here’s the list of places we’re going to go.

  • Westminster Abbey
  • The Churchill War Rooms and the Imperial War Museum
  • Kensington Palace
  • The British Library (there is a supposedly amazing exhibit on the Magna Carta I am really excited for!)
  • House of Parliament
  • The London Eye
  • Hyde Park
  • The West End
  • The Harry Potter Studio Tour (obvi!)
  • Edinburgh Castle
  • Bath and the Cotswolds

What do you think? Also, if you all have trips for long-haul flights and UK travel, I’d love to hear them! Can’t wait to share more with you as we get closer to the trip!

(image via flickr)



Whole 30



Here we are again, my friends. A new year – well, it’s March – and new endeavors. A lot has happened in the last few months, but I thought that I would stop in to reflect a bit on the Whole 30 challenge that Spencer and I decided to take on recently.

I have been griping about paleo eating and elimination diets for years now. For me, it was triggering to cut out whole food groups. However, I am very concerned about my health, and in letting my already bad eating habits get too ingrained in me. I feel like life goes by so fast – in a blink of an eye, I went from 18 to nearly 28… And I don’t want to wake up in 10 more years overweight, stressed, unhappy with my body, sick from inflammation, and possibly ill with any one of the laundry list of weight and inflammation-related diseases I am genetically predisposed to.

If someone told me that I would get diabetes if I didn’t change my habits, I might choose to eat differently. If they told me it’d happen tomorrow, though, I sure as hell would drop everything to prevent that from happening. And that disparity bothers me. Why am I going to let fear control me? Why would I wait until the last possible moment to live a healthier life?

We started talking (Spencer and I, that is) about what habits we want to change. I am a sugar addict, I struggle to get protein, and I would eat bread and cheese for days if given the opportunity (I am going to just avoid France all together on this Whole 30). Don’t even get me started about wine. I am a complete oenophile (wine lover…I’m preparing for the GRE vocabulary section, can you tell?). I adore wine. I want to own a winery. It’s a passion. But it’s also a bad habit because I treat it like chocolate or brie or any other comfort food. It’s not the drunk feeling I’m after, it’s truly the taste. Anyway, alcohol and sugar and dairy and grains… they have commandeered my diet. I don’t get enough protein, and I struggle to include vegetables. Something has to change.

Once I thought about all of the things that I wanted to change, the Whole 30 made sense.

We started yesterday, and I have to say, it’s been tough. Not because I am craving pancakes and ice cream, but because I have a habit of snacking, of mindless eating. I am realizing how often I turn to food for comfort, and that is just no bueno. That makes me really uncomfortable, how beholden I am to food for comfort and not for sustenance or nourishment. It feels like a true addiction, and that is really unsettling.

I have a whole slew of things I’m nervous about when it comes to the Whole 30 but they’re more about my habits and feelings than about the eating ideology itself. So we’re hanging in. Spencer is a champ – he ate this way for years when he was really struggling with his Crohn’s diagnosis four years ago. He’s a great encouragement to me. And of course I am hoping to see changes to the body. But it’s only day two, and these mental changes are staring me down, and I want to say goodbye to them for good. I am just so over it.

I have been posting a lot about the experience on Instagram, so go check it out @anneiam. But let me know what your experiences have been like! I want to know. And share your recipes, too!




Well, hello!

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Remember me?

I used to hang around here a lot. I’d occasionally write something, and then you all would respond. Sometimes, I posted pretty pictures. Any of that ringing a bell?

I’ll cut the antics and shoot you straight: My mom told me this morning that she looked at my blog yesterday. She said, “You haven’t written since October, I think!” Umm, try September, mom… Oops.

I have been super busy reading books and crackin’ skulls. Well, no skull cracking (ew?) but a lot of paper writing, and library visits, and late-night workouts with my trainer where I complain about how the undergrads in my classes are really bugging me and come on, when can I just start grad school? I haven’t even been reading blogs in the last few months. Instagram is starting to collect dust. It seems that blogging has just kind of… slipped out of my open hands. It’s lost some of it’s meaning or purpose… at least the meaning and purpose it used to hold for my life, which was that of connection and inspiration. There has been lot of offline connection, and as I’ve written about this year following my trip to ALT in January, a lot of disenchantment with bloggers in general. I’m still inspired by many, but I’m not really in the market for blog-related inspiration these days. I’m still a loyal Joy the Baker follower, but that is about it (and also, who isn’t?).

So here is a bit of an update:

  • in September, I hosted an event at Madewell! It was super fun to meet so many of you, and to spend great time with my blog friends. Some of them even made a two-hour drive from up north to attend, which was awesome.
  • in October, I started my honors thesis, which is what has been eating up 99% of my time these days. I’m about halfway finished at this point…although the next half is going to take probably twice, if not three times as long as the first section. But at least I enjoy it!
  • in November, my amazing husband flew three of my best friends out to Colorado to celebrate my golden birthday (I turned 27 on the 27th) with me, which was INCREDIBLE. We had so much fun, and the party was super rowdy. It was, seriously, the best birthday I have ever had in my entire life!
  • in December, so far, we have been busy getting ready for our family to join us at our house for Christmas this year, and I’ve been finishing up finals. Tomorrow is the last day! I don’t know what I am going to do for the five weeks I have off, but I have a few ideas rollin’ around in my head to keep me occupied.

All around, it’s been an awesome few months. We’ve been spending a lot of time with our dear friends, and working hard to get more fit and healthy.

I don’t know what the future of Anne the Adventurer is. There may be the occasional blog post on a DIY or a party, and perhaps a few style posts, but I think that this space will be transitioning to more of a documentation of life – my life, life with my husband, and in future years, our growing family. Some of you may lose interest, but that is okay. I’m sorry to not be providing more of what you originally signed up for, but I do hope you stick around. I genuinely miss you all.  Well, not those of you who are creepers (you know who you are, creepers) but those of you who are lovely and authentic and awesome.

I miss writing, and maybe most importantly, reflecting and documenting the beauty in life, the things to be thankful for. It is so easy for me to get wrapped up in my own head. I’m getting better at this, though. Maybe I will post more over winter break, which would be really nice. And I’d really like to work on my photography skills, which are majorly lacking because I just haven’t been practicing. I hate to think that I’m interested in reviving this space because of the upcoming New Year vibes, but that is probably part of it. I guess that isn’t a bad thing entirely, but I just don’t want to lose steam. You know what I mean, right?

So let me know how you are doing, and let’s take all the pressure off ourselves and just show up as we are and share. Share life, share stories, share truth, share hope. How does that sound to you? Good? Because it sounds pretty damn swell to me.