Monday, September 7, 2015

dropping in

hey! it's been a while, huh? i'm alive and well and so, so happy. sophomore year has quickly proven to be busy and full of people to meet and homework to do and money to earn, and i love it. seriously. sophomore year is bringing out this outgoing, hardworking, incredibly happy version of myself that i haven't seen 100% of in ages. it feels really good. the apartment is good, the roommates are good, the cooking is good, the yoga is good, the ward is good, the job is good, and i'm soaking up all of this time reconnecting with old friends after a few months and making plenty of new friends that i have a hunch will be around for quite a while. if i had known sophomore year was going to be this much fun, i would have skipped all of last year and jumped to right now!

sincerely, mad

Thursday, August 6, 2015

stories from a summer daycare

A collection of stories from my days at daycare.

During the first week of summer camp, when we were all still learning names, one of the older girls, Betel, came up to me. She wanted to ask me a question, but first she was trying to get my attention by calling my name. The problem was, she didn't actually remember it. So she came up and said, "Miss..." and then glanced at my name tag. Then she looked back up at me and said, "Can I call you Miss Mary?" When I asked her why, she said just because she liked it, and when I told her that wasn't my name, she just sighed and walked away.
One day towards the beginning of the summer, I was sitting outside monitoring the bathrooms as all of the kids rotated through and changed into their swimsuits for the pool. My favorite little boy, Will, was chatting with me. I asked him when his birthday was, and it happened to be a few days after mine in February. I gasped and said, "Will! Mine's the 15th! We're almost birthday buddies!" Will thought about it for a second, then he looked at me and said, "We can still be best buddies though." My heart melted on the spot, and from that moment on, I gave that kid basically anything he wanted. The other teachers teased me about it because I couldn't bring myself to discipline him. Everyone, even some of the kids, knew that Will was my favorite. Whoops.
My favorite coworker, Laine, has 5 kids and a foster baby, and the younger kids often came in to work with her. Her youngest, Cameron, holds a special place in my heart. Most afternoons I worked with her mom, she would end up sitting on my lap taking selfies on my phone. I love Laine and her kids so much that I went to one of their swim meets. It helped that my best friend is one of their swim team coaches. I spent the whole night cheering on the kids and teaching Cameron how to use snapchat. Cameron also liked to say that we were twins or that we looked like sisters, because we both have curly brown hair and brown eyes. I love that girl.

Will's older brother, Luke, could be a pain in the neck, but he was also incredibly fun. Whenever he could, he was playing ping pong and beating everyone. Every once in a while he would ask to play me, and most of the time he won, but once or twice I beat him, and every time I did, he said it was the hardest match he'd played so far.
Another cute little boy, Javi, did the sweetest thing for me. One day he had fortune cookies in his lunch, so he gave one to one of the other workers, Miss Sarah. I teased him about it and asked him why he didn't have one for me, and then a few days later, when he was being difficult and not wanting to play the game, he asked to go get something out of his basket, baiting me by saying it was something he had brought for me. When I asked what it was, he said he had brought me a fortune cookie. Then he said he had two. I told him I only needed one, and then he said, "do you have a mom?" I told him I did, and then he nodded like he had known all along and said, "it's for her."
The only field trip I went on all summer long was to an outdoor zipline/ropes course. One little girl, Madisyn, was having a really hard time, getting scared and refusing to go forward. I spent a solid hour and a half following her around the most basic course, and when a little boy started pestering her to move faster and started bouncing on the rope, she turned around and told him to stop it, saying, "you're going to make me scared, and I was doing so. good."

One more Will story to end this collection: I went through a phase during the summer where I would color pictures to stay awake during the kids' free time. Will would always come up to the picture I was coloring and ask who it was for, and when I said no one or I didn't know yet, he always asked, "can I have it?"

Sincerely, mad

Monday, July 13, 2015

currently reading

You'd think an english major would read a ton, right? All genres, all authors, be on top of new release dates and what's happening in lit culture. Nope. Instead, you can find the english majors tucked away in dimly lit corners of the library, reading the words of writers long dead. By the time you power through a Saussure essay, the prospect of snuggling in with some fluff book isn't enough to open up droopy eyes. Hence my partial love affair with summer (i'll never appreciate the feeling of melting when you walk outside). No essays, no literary theory, just pure fluff. Just the way I like it. Not all of it is fluff, but it's definitely not Baudrillard. 

Some of my recent favorites include humorous narrative essays, especially Natalie Holbrook's first book and Mindy Kaling's Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns). I'm also devouring anything along the creative/artsy lines. My absolute favorite is Austin Kleon's Steal Like an Artist. It's my most recent read, and although it was fast, I've already made a Target run for markers and log books and am planning a trip to the antique store and Paper Source for old books to black out and calendars to fill in. We're headed to the beach in a couple weeks and the prospect of countless hours to sit on the sand with my nose in a book has got me giddy. Add the endless possibilities to practice my photography by the sea, and you've got one happy camper over here.

Sincerely, mad

Saturday, July 4, 2015

fourth of july

Would you believe it, but it's been three years since I celebrated Independence Day on American soil. (i know. is there a more obnoxious way to start this blog post?) And even though it was nice to be home for the Fourth, the highlight was definitely trying to perfect the sparkler/firework pic. It's so cliche, but it's like a milestone in a photog's life. (also trying to use photographer lingo. probably isn't making me any cooler;-)) So, let 2015 go down as the year we used up all of the sparklers trying to get the perfect picture and watched fireworks through the power lines while sitting on the sidewalk next to a super sketchy school.

Sincerely, mad

Sunday, June 28, 2015


Hey everyone. Sorry for the silence. Some things are changing over here in terms of how I feel about the internet and privacy, so I'm making this blog private. I'm going to go ahead and make the vain assumption that people actually read this and are at least vaguely interested in what I have to say, so if you'd like access to my blog in the future, send me an email at maduffield {at} bellsouth {dot} net, or text me or talk to me. Chances are if I know you, or know people who know you, or have heard of you, I'll give you the link. I'm just trying to keep the future creepers out;-)

I hope you'll stick around!

Sincerely, mad