An Historical Account

It has been ELEVEN YEARS since I began blogging. Nearly half of my life has been spent partly writing to strangers and friends on the internet. It was late in February, which is a time known for birthing wild ideas. I was a bright-eyed, overly romantic 14-year-old, and naturally I felt I had things to SAY. Really, most…

hippies and cowboys

Spring fever hit hard. Like I do, I got the exploring bug, and this time it brought me to a little cafe in rural New York's version of a Hallmark town. For the past half hour I've been sitting here, lazily drinking coffee and halfheartedly working on the last assignments due before spring break, while…

Maggie.

I'm seventeen, shoulder-length brown hair in a hand-me-down sweater, sitting on the hearth in the living room of my parents' house, watching one of the greatest friendships in TV history evolve on the screen of our old box television. I was probably the only 17-year-old at the time watching this show, which aired in the…

Count to ten, spread your wings and fly…

(Maybe the first thing to note about yours truly, the author, is that I am not creative enough to think up snappy titles on a dime and that's why I will probably always use song lyrics. It can be my trademark.) What's up you guys! My name's Emma, and this is not the first blog…