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-Caroline Humphreys | Monday, November 20, 2017
Alaska was my first love. Childhood here was full of extremes — winter, darkness, distance, daylight and hard work — but living in a place that constantly tests, nurtures and sculpts one like this is unique to Alaska. My upbringing pushed me mentally and physically in each season, and taught me to rely on myself
Caroline Humphreys | Tuesday, November 7, 2017
I’ve been going through a “master of none” period in my life, where I find myself inspired by so many things yet called to nothing in particular. I dabble in photography, writing, cooking and yoga, but seem to fall out of each practice. And as a senior, this scares me. I want to feel called
Caroline Humphreys | Tuesday, October 24, 2017
I am not so sure I am more capable now than I was at 18, or just better at hiding my confusion. At 18, I was nervous about picking a major and couldn’t care for a beta fish. And today, finding a career path is terrifying and I am afraid of commitment — to fish,
Caroline Humphreys | Monday, September 18, 2017
I can’t catch my breath. I’m drowning in a flood of anxiety and my heart races likes it wants to escape. I sit, staring without seeing, until my mom answers an SOS text, and begins, “What is it now?” She knows I’m having a panic attack because my obsessive personality paired with crippling anxiety has
Caroline Humphreys | Monday, September 4, 2017
My friend Carrie and I walked to the Grotto last night. We stopped to take pictures of every pretty angle (which seems to be just about all of them when the light begins to change at Notre Dame) and were finally met with the warm glow of a thousand candles. A thousand prayers, really. And
Caroline Humphreys | Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Standing in the Walgreens on 22nd in Washington, D.C., I looked at the handful of girls all stopped in the Band-Aid aisle. Our feet were perpetually blistered from traipsing in heels we hoped would help hide our confusion and insecurities during summer internships. As if looking the part was the key to conquering The Hill.
Caroline Humphreys | Tuesday, August 22, 2017
I sit here trying to write about love as I kill the ants crawling over my computer keys. I’m in Thailand, and seemed to confuse “simple” and “rustic” when looking to get away and unblock my chakras or whatever soul searching I had in mind. My friend Steph sits opposite me, applauding the mosquitoes she