I cannot believe I get to type this: Today, for the first time, I have a piece The New York Times! When I decided to take a crack at being a writer, I imagined someday, perhaps, maybe getting published in The Times. I thought a good reach goal was to do this by the timeContinue reading “My Debut In The New York Times!”
Early last year, before the pandemic hit, I made a secret goal that felt like a huge reach: To try to get published in one new publication per month. At the time, this equaled about 9 publications. I really didn’t think I could do it. When the pandemic hit, I really, really didn’t think I could do it. Read on to see whether I was right.
I feel so lucky to get to tell you that I have joined the team at Pregnancy After Loss Support as a magazine contributor. They asked if I would be willing to write about my experience trying to conceive after my miscarriage last year. I’m honored that my writing will have the opportunity to connect with parents looking for help processing the complexity of life after loss.
Hi! I’m Emily, and I’m a writer. That’s still a new thing for me to say. Honestly, it feels like a lie. But, after what I uncovered in my parent’s house this winter, I’ve come to think it might just be deeply true.
What submitting essays to publications taught me about connection, rejection, and vulnerability.
This is the story of a website, but to tell it I have to get vulnerable with you. I have to tell you what I’m most afraid of.
Most people who know me know that I am a mother. I’d like if if more of them knew that I am also a writer. I feel embarrassed typing that last part. The first sentence seems true because I can point to my children. The fact of their bodies is my proof. The second sentenceContinue reading “Mothers & Makers”
Flinging my hands over this keyboard makes me delightedly happy. So many writers talk about the benefits of writing by hand, but let this be an ode to writing by fingers. It is a pleasure, this sound. Tap-a, tap-a, tap-a, tap-a. The competence I am immediately, generously reminded of. The freedom to end sentences inContinue reading “An Ode To Writing By Fingers”
This is a piece that someone in my life I’ll call G commissioned to honor the deep and once-in-a-lifetime love that she and her husband shared. I took my time with this piece to honor that love. It also gave me the opportunity to do something I have been meaning to do: I documented myContinue reading “The Entire Sum of Existence”
I want to say it was the end of February when I realized the problem. At that point, we were closing in on 150 days of winter weather in Minnesota, which meant that 95% of my time for those 150 days was spent indoors, in my house. Almost all of it was further limited toContinue reading “A Room of My Own”