Emily Articulated: Trolls
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I ran my fingers through her bubblegum hair and across her cold, tan skin, thumbing the jewel that rested where her belly button should be. She had round, bright...
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Emily Articulated: Life after an eating disorder
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I remember the first time I made myself throw up as clearly as if it were yesterday. My neck cricked as I lowered my head, stopping as it paralleled...
Emily Articulated: Now hiring
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...
Emily Articulated: A whole new kind of smirk
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...
Emily Articulated: Scrappy Travels
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...
Emily Articulated: To college or not to college
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...
Emily Articulated: My Two Census
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...
Emily Articulated: The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
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...
Emily Articulated: Seven laws of life
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...
How do you say “I’m an idiot” in Thai?
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...
