It’s my 25th birthday! I feel a reflex to say something about budgets, hangovers, unemployment or “finding myself” as that is the general mish-mash of listicles you’ll find on the internet about your 20s. But it’s more of a gag reflex, so I’ll hold back. Here is an honest list of lessons I’ve learned by…… Continue reading 25 Lessons Learned by 25: The Story of Getting Older! And Smarter?
Like most bathrooms across America, my parent’s is stocked with editions of Reader’s Digest. Naturally, I’ve already read most of them. I’ve laughed. I’ve cried. I’ve looked up 4 hours later and wondered…what year is it? They can be a little cheesy, but then the best bathroom reading material is. Over Thanksgiving, I found this…… Continue reading How to Grow Your Soul
After December, I won’t have the same comfy writing contract, which means I have to start the process of awkward phone calls and interviews – “Hi, I’m Emily. Oh, my *skills? I can eat pudding with a fork.” Plus, I’m about to lease an apartment with my boyfriend. These are big changes, and a lot…… Continue reading Turn and Face the Strange: The Story of Big Life Changes
I spent most of my life training in *different forms of dance, and while it definitely left me with great posture, musicality, and turned out feet, I’m not going to the club anytime soon to whip out a quasi-fabulous routine that ends in a lift. I will, however, ride piggyback if we go on a…… Continue reading Bunions, Bad Knees, and a Bum Hip: The Story of a Dancer
About a week ago, I went to a music festival in Arrington, Virginia called Lockn’. Between all the sweating, awkward finger-snapping (my specialty dance move) and *tent spiders, I realized something: I am lucky to have friends who look back. If you’ve ever been to a festival, or even a concert, then you know the…… Continue reading Secret to Life: The Story of My Sweaty Friends
I probably shouldn’t have a blog. I’m scatter-brained, mildly inappropriate, and most days I lead an exceptionally average life. But then I went to Panera and witnessed a murder. No, just kidding. But I did go to Panera and I almost committed a murder. So, I’m sitting by this loud couple who keeps talking, shouting…… Continue reading Beautifully Average: The Story of How Everyone At Panera Bothered Me