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!

  • At least we can laugh about it

    “Didn’t you just want to say to that guy, ‘We’re going on a road trip!!!!’?!?!?” my mom asked me, referring to the cashier at Wal-Mart. The idea of eating Krispy Kreme doughnuts had clearly gone to her head. “Not really,” I said and yawned. Departure for South Carolina at 9:30 p.m. had dumped us at Read more

  • Protected: The Pricey Princess and the Cheapskate

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  • A new tradition

    Bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade were $8.50 each. We settled on cotton mouth and almost-front-row “seats” to see Foreigner up-close and personal. After their first song I turned around to see Dad’s reaction. “Woooooow,” he said, incredulously. “How do they sound the same?!?!?” He had seen them in concert around 30 years ago. They were Read more

  • Protected: Reggie is so confused

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  • Soft piano sucker

    This song is perfection. I’m a sucker for soft piano. That, plus Regina’s voice = heaven. Her lyrics are just so deep. They’re never typical; never simple. You actually have to search for the meaning (the meaning to “Call Me Maybe” is quite clear, in my opinion). She sings: you’ll want to go back you’ll wish Read more

  • Mad Girl

    I haven’t gotten a single letter all week. They haven’t posted pictures of his group on Facebook in weeks. It’s almost like he doesn’t exist. I’m going through serious withdrawal. He doesn’t exist. “I think I made you up inside my head” (Sylvia Plath “Mad Girl’s Love Song”). I go to tell him things and then realize Read more