I turned 26 last week. The day before my birthday, I went to a client meeting with my shirt on inside out. Even once I realized, I never changed. It’s some kind of metaphor for how I live my life: inside out and generally OK with it. Instead of a 25 lessons learned by 25 type…… Continue reading Here Today, Gone Tomorrow: The Story of Dead Squirrels and my 26th Birthday
Remember career day in middle school? You had to pick 3 potential careers and someone from that field would come in and talk. I think you were supposed to try new things every year but I always picked the *same ones. My go-tos were professional dancer, writer, and hairdresser. I only chose **hairdresser because they…… Continue reading Career Day: What Would I Be If I Wasn’t a Writer?
Let’s just get this out of the way. If a mood ring had fingers, would it wear a mood ring? From there it’s just inception. Like standing between two mirrors. Hey. I’m feeling moody. Maybe it’s a writer thing, but I’m all over the place. I just haven’t been able to write any good fiction…… Continue reading If I Wore a Mood Ring It Would Give Me The Finger
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
Sorry to start this post like a bad valedictorian speech, but I’d like to define a word for you. I googled “reality” (I’m not high) and one answer was, “the state or quality of having existence or substance.” Fine. But then it goes on to exemplify this with, “youth, when death has no reality.” What kind…… Continue reading Trick Question: Fiction, Real or Fake?
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
My muse is violent. Some writer’s muses seduce them, or hold their hand through the creative process. But my muse, let’s call her Wanda, is a real bastard. She plagues my brain and if I don’t do what she wants, she shits on my pillow. Wanda gives me headaches, stomach aches, pimples, and an…… Continue reading My Violent Muse: The Story of How Poetry Tries to Kill Me
Correct me if I’m wrong, but this week was NY Fashion Week. What an exciting time! Celebrating new trends and bold designs and…other stuff. I don’t totally get it, but I really do have a serious respect for some of those designers. However, as a writer who works from home, I have my own version…… Continue reading Fashion Week for a Writer: The Story of a Style Icon
I’ve been thinking about my role models lately – people I look up to, but can also relate to. A lot of them are artists, peace-makers, or champions of a cause. Our history has no shortage of leaders and innovators, of great beauties and even greater brains. But I think my biggest role model is a fictional character.…… Continue reading Role Model: The Story of My Questionable Influences