Brett Elizabeth Jenkins
My blogs
Blogs I follow
- 2000 Year Old Man
- all colors all directions
- Another Thing about Victorians
- Budget Bytes
- Camroc Press Review
- Charmstruck: Thrift & Things
- Confessions of a Tattooed Mennonite
- Favor the Brave
- James Joyce's Truck Sales
- Jimi Bonogofsky-Gronseth
- Kendi Everyday
- Kitty Snacks
- Late Night Thoughts
- Leah Leaf Designs
- Let it go
- Let's Go Thrifting
- Literary Exhibitionism
- look at that ham
- love made me do it...
- NAP blog
- NOTHING TO SAY
- OLD BRAND NEW
- Pathfinding
- Pretty Providence | A Frugal Lifestyle Blog
- Rag and Bone Poetry
- Random Ramblings of a Beautifully Chaotic Life
- Sarah James
- Steve Subrizi
- style rookie
- the (new) xanga
- The Angry Grammarian
- The Bible out of Context
- The Drugged Librarian
- The Great Curve
- The Hungry Gemini
- The Thrift Shop Romantic
- Thrift and Shout
- Thriftgoddess!
- THRIFTY GOODNESS
- Thrifty Sands
- Works and Days
Gender | Female |
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Industry | Arts |
Occupation | Complaining about how much I hate the word 'wordsmith' |
Location | Albert Lea, Minnesota, United States |
Introduction | Brett Elizabeth Jenkins was born in Port Clinton, Ohio in March 1986. Her mother lost a shoe in the snow on the way to the hospital; it was later found. Since then, she has aged some years. She graduated from high school in May of 2004. The commencement speaker made a comment about cheese that was not a joke. She laughed. No one else did. Brett graduated from Huntington University with a bachelor’s degree in English, some debt, and a recurring nightmare about timed underwater basket weaving. In June of 2010 she received her MFA from Bennington College. The degree is hidden away in her closet, next to her undergraduate degree. She thinks often of putting them on the wall but never does. In January of 2015 she won a very prestigious award. In May of the same year, she awoke to the smell of smoke, but curiously nothing was on fire. She never found out the cause of the smell. On two separate occasions in August of 2018 she hit red winged blackbirds with her car, and has yet to forgive herself. In February of 2025 she bought a small farm and lived there happily for some years. She is still alive today. |