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!

  • Giant flip flops

    I just tossed and turned for over half an hour. On nights like these, I tend to get out of bed and do something somewhat useful while my eyes are open. Why waste perfectly good time? I read for a little while until the clock’s proclaimed time of 1:00 a.m. alarmed me. I should be sleeping, I Read more

  • An opportunity. Are you in?

    CLICK HERE. Did you click it? Let’s do something like it. Let’s compile a small group of us to contribute to one specific weblog. We’ll either call it Convex or Bona Fide (I haven’t gotten there quite yet). We’ll write stories that students at Bonaventure  – and around the world – will actually care about. We’ll be credible Read more

  • Laurel Editors-in-Chief make a statement

    My brother graduated from St. Bonaventure University in 2009. After the ceremony in the Reilly Center Arena, graduates, families and professors congregated outside on the lawn adjacent to the R.C. Cameras clicked, family members smiled, hands were shaken. As a freshman at SBU, I am under the impression that this photo-op on the aforementioned lawn Read more

  • Bye bye, plane

    Bye bye plane fly so far  away.   Over trees and homes and all that you’ve loved.   And me.   You’ll fly over me.   The plane gains height.  Up, up, up you go.   Bye bye plane fly so far away.   We’ve had some  turbulence. But we’re still we.   Fly away Read more

  • My favorite medium

    “Imagine going from hanging out with someone every day to not at all,” she told me two years ago. I brushed her off. She and her boyfriend always annoyed me. I didn’t care about her problems. Now I find myself in the same predicament. Robby leaves for basic training on Tuesday. He won’t be back Read more

  • That flew

    It’s starting to sink in. My freshman year of college meets its conclusion in less than two weeks. That flew. “You told me in August that this year would fly by, and I didn’t believe you,” Robby told me last night. I probably didn’t believe myself. I probably only said that to make him feel Read more