By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Fumbling with my blinker, I quickly signaled before victoriously turning into the freshly opened diagonal parking space in front of the Cedar Street Bridge. Scoring a diagonal parking space...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Absentmindedly spooning another mound of sugar into my Peruvian Americano, I looked out the cafe window into Cusco’s central plaza. There were two large cathedrals towering like bookends on...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist By the time you read this, I will be fresh off of a plane in Lima, Peru. And by “fresh off of a plane,” I obviously mean “haggard, tired...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I stomped with clamped fists up the steps to my college’s main hall, rain pattering my head to match my mood. My stomach flipped as I attempted to steady...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist This week, I’ve decided to write about two things, both of which (unless you’ve been living under a rock) you’ve at least heard of. The first is something you...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I grew up surrounded by very few examples of healthy relationships, with “f*** you” thrown out as frequently as affirmations of love and affection. Arguments would begin in attempts...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist This last week of sunshine has prompted feelings of springtime in me. And springtime, in addition to a distinct inability to regulate my body temperature, prompts a desire to...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist The plane wheels screeched to halt, jarring me from my cricked-neck sleep. Massaging the base of my head, I wondered why the hell I hadn’t yet invested in one...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Like many others in my generation, I spent a large portion of my life waiting for something significant to happen — some could say, for the most significant thing...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist There are two reasons you shouldn’t read this article. If you are either of these things, I encourage you to simply flip the page, pressing the picture of my...
