On living a different kind of month and wresting delight from a not-delightful time.
A very important personal update, the best maternity leggings you can buy, and books to carry you into August.
A professional achievement unlocked, articles to help with traumatic birth and mental health postpartum, and one tenacious swallowtail butterfly.
New newsletter format: You’ll get Emily’s latest writing, a curated reading list, and something delightful delivered straight to your inbox on the last Thursday of every month.
The story behind the story of my first piece for Romper.
Is your social media feed split between masked and un-masked faces? Mine is and I’m fascinated. That’s why I wrote a meditation on loneliness and choice during the pandemic. Read my lyric essay Earthworms & Champagne in the NYU SPS’s Dovetail. It’s my first piece in a literary magazine.
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.