Category: Emily Articulated
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I’m an avid fan of the “whodunit,” the often formulaic mystery centered around a single question: Who committed the crime? The audience, whether reader or viewer, joins the investigator in...
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist We’ve grown accustomed to sharing the minutiae of our lives — the small (and smaller) details that make up our day-to-day. We capture steam rising off a morning mug of...
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist My partner and I are building a house. Or rather, he (and many other skilled people) are building a house, and I’m slotting in where I can: moving dirt from...
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I was gifted my first Harry Potter book in third grade. It was wrapped alongside my siblings’ copies, with strict instructions to wait our turn and read them in order....
@Connection By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I’m always looking for the unseen things — the meaning between the lines, the unwritten rules, the subtle forces nudging us to act, think or feel a certain way....
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist In 2014, psychologist and author Bessel van der Kolk published The Body Keeps the Score, a nonfiction work exploring how traumatic experiences reshape the brain and body. Since its release,...
By Emily EricksonReader Staff I spent the weekend bundled against lake-effect winds, shouting “Nice work!” at masses of people on skinny skis gliding over the rolling hills and frozen lakes of northern Wisconsin. It...
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist Like roughly 124 million other people, I watched the Super Bowl on Feb. 8. I even (reluctantly) cheered on the Seattle Seahawks with the sliver of my heart not permanently...
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist “Are you okay?” These were the last words of 37-year-old Alex Pretti, an ICU nurse from a local VA hospital, before he was gunned down in the streets of Minneapolis...
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist There was a time when the word “bundle” meant smooshed cheeks into too-puffy coats, mittens slid onto red, wind-chapped hands; when “banks” were something filled with snow. “ICE” was something...