I am 11 years old, sitting on the scratchy paper cover of the table in the doctor’s office. It’s some dumb-ass dinosaur print that would probably entertain a 3 year old, but I’m eleven, thank you very much. It’s 3 weeks before 6th grade starts, and I’m here for my yearly physical. My mother sits to my right in the wooden chair with the awful faded fabric cushion that’s been there far too long. Across from me is my pediatrician. I’ve never liked this woman, she annoys the shit out of me. She rarely speaks to me directly, instead talking to my mother like I don’t fucking speaking English or something (no, I don’t swear at 11 years old, but that’s besides the point). She
Ok, maybe not things YOU need to know. This is actually completely self-indulgent and may or may not contain anything useful at all for you. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you. In my current holy-sh*t-what-am-I-going-to-do-next-with-my-life panic attack, I think I need to seek some advice. I’m broke, so hiring a life coach, therapist, or even a psychic, card-reading, astrologer-with-bangley-bracelets is kind of out of the question. But I think there are certain things I already know, I just need a reminder… So here’s a letter – from me, to me – in an attempt to stem the deluge of insecurities I feel I’m currently trying to fend off with a cheap umbrella: Dearest Self, Please stop panicking. This idea of “choosing the right thing” is
A while back a friend sent me a link to the video below. He is, like I am, one of those hopeless hopeful searchers, a seeker; always trying to find reason and inspiration, always asking why. And always, particularly when things seem like CRAP, looking for a good reason to smile. So, after a shitty week of rain and feeling frustrated (womp wommmmp, I know), I need a pick-me-up and maybe you do too. Do me a favor: watch the video below and after reading what makes up (part of) my “Happy List,” go make your own. Hopefully it makes you smile like it did for me. EM’S HAPPY LIST (otherwise known as: the guide to getting emily to stop being a grump) 1. Waking up feeling like you
Exciting news! I am going to be writing a monthly column for the awesome folks over at CarbSmart.com! I am super pumped to be sharing a Paleo-perspective with the low-carb community over there. So for this month I took the easy way out and just wrote about, um, ME. Like a bossss. Next month will be harder, I’ll actually have to think of something REAL to talk about. Any ideas?!!? What would you want to know about Paleo-tasticness? Anywho, you should totally read it. Then you’ll know more about me. That’s a little creepy, but I’m totally ok with it. GO READ IT! Shine on, Em
In the aftermath of Monday’s attack at the Boston Marathon, I don’t know where to begin in a feeble attempt to put the mess that is catapulting through my mind into words. Just another no-name voice of the masses. With a blog. And a lot of love for a city that knows the truest definition of TRIBE. Having grown up in a small New Hampshire town, Boston has always been “our city.” My brother and I were raised loving all things Boston sports; and while I’m hardly the stats and epic-plays-memorizer that my brother is, I’ve always been downright in love with Boston, its sports culture, and the undeniable passion the city is constantly pulsing with. Boston is more than a city, it’s a mindset,
An EVOLved Manifesto After five days in Austin TX, hanging out with some of the most amazing and kick@$$ people I have ever met, and attending the paleopalooza that is Paleo f(x), I *almost* have no words for how effing PUMPED I am for life. *Almost*. I finally had the chance to meet in-person & hang out with my new boss-man, Abel James of FatBurningMan.com. I started work on his team a few weeks ago; along with Chris Walker from NoGym.net, and I am so incredibly excited to be working so closely with these guys. Both are neuroscience grads and possibly the smartest dudes I’ve ever met; resulting in this liberal arts degree-state-school girl feeling a bit unqualified. Regardless, they are effing awesome and I
Some of my favorite ideas/schemes/epiphanies/light-bulb moments come from when I’m out on a walk. So here we are, what I hope to be a series of posts – “Thoughts on a Walk Wednesdays” – for when my strolling leads to thinking, and thinking leads to thoughts worth writing about. ~*~ I’m a walker. Not like 70 year old biddy-in-sweats, power walking laps around the mall, kind of walker. More like Emily-is-feeling-pensive, so taking a walk outside is what’s up, kind of walker. I’m not sure when I realized this love for just strolling. Just walking at my own pace, letting my thoughts jumble, tumble and flow through my brain. Maybe it was when I was living in New York City and walking the 20 blocks from