I don't always write from a place of joy. More often than not writing is solace for me in times of sadness or grief. It's my safe space. A place where I can process my emotions without overwhelm because it's just me, in solitude, with my words on the page. No coddling nor pitying, no …
thank you past, but the future’s calling
I am lounging in the brightly colored, cocoon-esque hammock of the home I have inhabited for the last year. Just contemplating life. Enjoying the breeze and the sound of dogs barking in the distance, wind chimes ringing, birds chirping. Now that I read that back, it sounds made up, as if I'm simply listing the …
in just no time at all
"Hi Grandma, It's been quite a few months... A few months since my mom called with a shakey voice to say there wasn't much time. A few months since I got extremely intoxicated in a Korean barbecue restaurant with two strangers from my writing class because I was mindlessly searching for some way to numb …
hello sadness, my old friend
I'm supposed to be doing history homework right now. But I stopped to eat a piece of carrot cake. And drink some water. That turned into a stretch and another bite of carrot cake and a walk around the house for no reason, truly the usual downward spiral into procrastination. What else is new! I …
a different kind of home for the holidays
Holidays can already be hard-- for a variety of people, for a variety of reasons. But throw a global catastrophe in the mix that separates millions of people from their loved ones... well, yes, naturally things are going to get 10x harder. Ever since I moved to Southern California there has been celebrations I have …
people are like parks
I'm writing this from a park today. Well, not exactly a park really. It's more just a large patch of grass I have recently stumbled upon within the walls of the condo complex that I inhabit. But nonetheless, it feels like a park. I've known about it's presence for a few months now but I …
hi God, it’s me Emma
I was gonna go to church today but I was wearing shorts. Is that even allowed? Perhaps allowed is the wrong word. In bad taste? Frowned upon? Of the unholiest action to show your legs in church? Sorry, God, but I just could not put on a pair of pants today. I'm fighting a nasty …
we’re all but small pieces of the puzzle
Every time I'm on this funny little website of mine I feel like it's because I'm sad. Well, no, actually wait. Let's rephrase that. Every time I'm on this funny little website I feel like I have an intense purpose and need to write about something that is usually weighing on me heavily and it …
Happy new fear(s)
I finally canceled my dentist appointment this morning. For the average person, this is a task that might have taken upwards of two simple minutes after receiving the notification to correct. But for me, it's been about two weeks that the office has been serial dialing me and now here, a mere 24-hours before the …
“You were my new dream”
There's one song in this world that I think should be added to every playlist, ever. A song that spans so many categories of space and time with it's sweet melody and timeless message. And that, my friends, is "Midnight Train to Georgia" by the great soul queen Gladys Knight and her Pips. I can't …
Blonde Meets World 