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!

  • Thank you, Papa

    A year ago today, Papa signed the check I needed to buy my dream car. Papa was a frugal man. It took a lot of guts for me to go over to their house a year ago to ask for the money. I backed up my point, explained how getting this Bug would mean getting Read more

  • 18

    My birthday is coming up in a few weeks. My eighteenth birthday. Some major happenings in my life are downplayed by the fact that my brothers have “been there, done that.” Birthdays are one of them. To me, eighteen was an unobtainable age. I saw Jordan reach eighteen. Trevor followed. Adam was next. In my Read more

  • So, you want a revolution

    I kind of want to start a new blog. This is mostly because I have Photoshop and InDesign to play with now and want to create a cool new banner. And I have an idea. A really good idea. But, I just can’t. I can’t stop being blackbyrd after being her for so long. I Read more

  • Some people are fantastic

    Want to know one of the things I like most about St. Bonaventure University? It’s the bells that are played from the University chapel every evening. We are usually out in the field or outside somewhere for practice and I almost always get to hear them. They are beautiful and make me feel at peace. Read more

  • Oh, the lack of privacy

    I’m a spoiled brat. My parents added on to our house to ensure that each of us got a room of our own. Nobody was going to have to share. Maybe we should have shared so that this wouldn’t be so weird for me. My roommate is a nice girl. She really is. She knows Read more

  • I am still there

    So much for my “good kid” rep. My car waits in the lot. I can tell she yearns for a drive. Turns out I yearn for one, too. I hop in, use the key to start her up, and off I go. Rob calls me as I drive. I miss the call but pull off Read more