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!

  • The faceless nobody

    The faceless nobody

    The tile floor in the kids’ bathroom is brand new. I noticed it a couple weeks ago when I came home to see Rob Delaney in Buffalo with my brothers. Some faceless nobody came in, pulled up the old linoleum floor, discarded it then carefully arranged the new tiles in a perfect pattern, complemented by Read more

  • Cardinals and Red Sox

    Cardinals and Red Sox

    Originally written for my creative nonfiction course last semester. The St. Louis Cardinals should have won the 2013 World Series. Not just because I loathe the Red Sox, but because I have two cardinals tattooed on my ankle. _________________________________________ I climbed onto the padded table, settled down on my side and Todd, the tattoo artist Read more

  • Disconnected disjointed broken

    I remember when they stopped coming. When they stopped being able to make it to things. When they stopped hearing. When they stopped being able to walk. The last track meet they ever watched me run in was when I was in seventh grade. I ran the 4X8 and the 1500. My coach let me Read more

  • Life, sans explosion

    It would be so easy to die. To stumble into something you shouldn’t have, cross the street in front of a driver who either doesn’t respect pedestrians in a crosswalk or just didn’t see you, firmly grip the wheel yourself and slowly inch into the other lane… That’s what I thought on Tuesday while driving. Turn Read more

  • All 5’2″ of me

    The light is still on in the far-right room on the second floor of Townhouse 31 because Emily CANNOT sleep. And she just gave away WHERE she sleeps. Whoops. She’d make some potatoes to eat right now if she had any. Unfortunately, she threw her last bag of sprout-covered potatoes in the trash can last Read more

  • High ceilings

    It’s that room with high ceilings. Foreign. I float near the rafters and merely observe. Some people find themselves in this room, but I just keep floating higher and higher. I slowly lose myself and gravity’s anchor. I twitch nervously. Switch my weight from one foot to the other. Eat the bread, drink the wine, Read more