The most important detail I can offer you about London, Ontario Canada is that it is the 11th biggest city in Canada. This is a great piece of information, and if I meet you at a music festival, and you are adamant to know, not just where I live currently, or where I am from—beyond… Continue reading The 11th Biggest City
Author: emmabluedreaux
Writer with a day job. Interested in: animals, community, Judaism, fermenting, cranial sacral therapy, comedic reviews etc...
All We Need
It is a balmy but pleasant early evening on Sunday, March 27th when my dad cruises up in the Prius to pick me up at Tampa General Hospital. He had last seen me two days earlier when he dropped me off to give birth to my surrogate baby. He’d hugged me goodbye, wished me well… Continue reading All We Need
Memories You Call Home
The basics are to write what you know to be true, and if you are famous or intend for a mass audience to read your story, change a few details and/or throw the word ‘allegedly’ or ‘maybe’ in there so the reader does not take it to be a reliable concrete story/ you don’t piss… Continue reading Memories You Call Home
Emma Knows Nothing.
If I stop flirting then I am dead —Ramona Singer. Since my last break up, I have read a few books, participated in dating groups with a coach, listened to hilarious podcasts and conferred with wise friends. I’m here to share the notes I’ve taken specifically for online dating, may it be of benefit.Put your… Continue reading Emma Knows Nothing.
Sourdough as Basic Goodness.
Always say yes to sour bread and salty butter. A few months ago I started to bake sourdough and my relationship with this ancient art has become an infatuation. In this past year of flings with not one, but two Pedro Beakman's from Bend, Oregon, I have learned I like having a muse. A muse… Continue reading Sourdough as Basic Goodness.
Wonder
Sometimes I wonder: what it would feel like to be in a body with a straighter spine, an almost perfectly even bite--all the back teeth on both sides touching when clenched, a body without tattoos for strangers to comment on and having never gone to bed with anyone if drunk. How wonderful though to be… Continue reading Wonder
A Hard Days Night
A great long while ago, when the earth was filled with magic—but people no longer sacrificed babies— there lived a college student named Laloma who was gifted in the ways of botany. Her mother referred to it not as a green thumb, but a green soul. Laloma was on her way to the edge of… Continue reading A Hard Days Night
Podcast Notes: Talk Straight and Sit Crooked.
Notes from Podcasts this week. Don't Die with Bob Forrest episode 106. I loved everything about episode 106, I love when the guys critique celebrities/ musicians—many whom they know. "Where are the songs about the suicide epidemic? Or the homeless problem in LA?" *People don't care about your feelings, they care about the actions you… Continue reading Podcast Notes: Talk Straight and Sit Crooked.
Skincare hacks, CST for cancer and mega synagogues…
Let’s start with the shallow: I went to Ulta today to buy some “Almost Lipstick” by Clinique because Jackie Schimmel touts it and she could sell me anything except $300 overalls and a shoe subscription service (The Bitch Bible Podcast). The saleswoman was grilling me a little about my skin care routine, which was not… Continue reading Skincare hacks, CST for cancer and mega synagogues…
Throwback to the Frida Kahlo exhibit.
From the digital archives: January 2017 "I wanted to tell you, in the most sincere way, is that you deserve the best, the absolute best in life, because you are one of the few people in this dirty world who is honest with himself. Actually that is the only thing that counts." —Frida Kahlo
