millennial blog project

millennial blog project

I won’t sit idly by and watch my life pass before my eyes

A millennial’s coming-of-age story

My name is Emily and I’m 30 years old. I’ve been writing on this blog in fits and spurts since I was 14, originally as “Blackbyrd” on blackbyrd.wordpress.com. I’ve long been enamored by the written word and have scribbled poems and sonnets in countless notebooks since I was 7.

Today I’m a classically trained journalist who has built a successful career in corporate marketing. On this blog I write about my musings while traveling all over the world and riding my bike.

Welcome to my never-ending coming-of-age story.

Thanks for visiting!

  • “Whispered words of wisdom…”

    The familiar piano introduction played over the chapel’s sound system and drowned out the sniffling student body. I sat on the floor and convulsed with silent sobs. I didn’t know the girl on my left or the girl on my right, but that hardly mattered. We shared flames, shared touches, shared eye contact. We shared Read more

  • A $3,000 decision

    I don’t often watch music videos or even videos of musicians performing. It has to do with something my oldest brother said to me years and years ago. Music videos ruin my chance to use my imagination. I can listen to a song and picture whatever and whomever I like. Watching the artist’s interpretation of Read more

  • One forgetful crocodile

    “Sleep tight,” Daddy said to me about an hour ago. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite,” I replied without thinking. “Are you sleeping in Trevor’s room tonight?” “Yes…” I replied. But, on the inside, 10-year-old Emily had a screaming fit. THAT’S NOT HOW IT GOES, DAD! I DON’T EVEN CARE THAT IT STILL RHYMED! He’s supposed to Read more

  • An 18th Century “rape” and some Johnson

    I have a test in my English class at 10 a.m. that I probably should be studying for right now, but I can’t focus. All I know is Achitophel tricks Absalom, the bastard child, into believing he deserves the throne and some sort of rebellion ensues. They’re mad about the Catholic religion invading the monarchy or some Read more

  • Kitchen decor, sans highchair

    I want a bright green kitchen with black-and-white checkered flooring. Laminate’s fine; I’m not trying to break the bank here. Sky blue and lime green dishes will show through the windows of my white, country-style cupboards. My countertops will be poured concrete with flecks of different colored glass shards. I’ll do this by myself, though Read more

  • Make new friends, but keep the old

    Make new friends, but keep the old

    Karly, Nick and I sat in the front row of composition and critical thinking freshman year, but we didn’t really talk. Madison and Jordan sat in the second row. I didn’t really talk to them much, either. I rolled my eyes at their married-couple-esque arguing, instead. I’m almost positive we all went from that class Read more