Author: Emma

My Next Right Thing

If you feel something calling you to dance or write or paint or sing, please refuse to worry about whether you’re good enough.  -Glennon Doyle Melton – It’s 3:50 am. I used to think that there were enough female voices out there. I’ve spent years relishing the words of brilliant, beautiful, brave ladies who I looked up to and took strength from. I used to think that I didn’t have anything to add. Somewhere along the line, I started to think that I didn’t have opinions intelligent enough to take on the shrinking spaces between rocks and hard places that close in on us daily. I thought that enough of us were being heard; too many might make a mess. Today, I’m going to believe a different story. – Years ago, I listened to Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love and one of those female voices I’ve heeded, tell the story of poet Ruth Stone’s creative process: “She told me that when she was growing up in rural Virginia, she would be out working in the fields, and she …

Taking Control of Your Internet Experience

A while ago, I came across an article titled “How Technology Disrupted the Truth” by Katharine Viner at The Guardian, which I found to be an important analysis of digital algorithms and their detrimental effects being felt around the world. Only two years removed from my graduation with a degree in journalism, I can hardly stand to watch any TV news outlet. Print subscriptions bring clutter (and aren’t terribly eco-friendly), and it’s becoming easier and easier to access not only articles, but entire magazines and radio/podcasts online. While a wealth of digital sources may be available to us, it’s easy to be overwhelmed… and when you’re already mindlessly scrolling through Facebook and Twitter, it’s tempting to feel like you’ve read all the opinions you can possibly handle! The problem with this is that “the version of the world we encounter every day in our own personal stream has been invisibly curated to reinforce our pre-existing beliefs,” Viner says. “Publications curated by editors have in many cases been replaced by a stream of information chosen by friends, contacts and family, processed by …

Walking the Neighborhood

I took Henry (our dog) for a walk this evening and came back with a bag full of mystery novels from our down-the-street neighbor, Gail. I’d seen Gail out on her front stoop a few times while I was driving home, but it’s difficult to meet someone from inside your car. She lost her dog recently (a Boxer) and was so excited to see Henry. She told me she sits outside often, always reading book after book, which is what lead her to rush back into her building to grab me a few she was finished with. She told me to pass them along when I was done; “Or!” she proclaimed, “You could take them to the library. They keep a room of used books for sale.” During the course of our conversation, I also met two of her neighbors. She left me—this woman I had just met—with a hug. Truthfully, parts of our downtown neighborhood here in York are not places many would feel comfortable walking alone at night. That said, I’ve been amazed at …