Emily Articulated: Midwest nice
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...
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Emily Articulated: Winter
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...
Emily Articulated: Thirteen magical nights
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist It is said there is a stretch of time — 13 nights — beginning at the winter solstice, when the veil between worlds is the thinnest. It’s a time for...
Emily Articulated: A holiday(ish) story
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I was 15 when my godmother, Chrissy, invited me to Black Friday. It was 2007, an in-between time when everyone had a cellphone, but none that could access the internet....
Emily Articulated: Good news
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I’m often asked how I decide what to write about each week — whether I pull from a long-running idea list or simply hope inspiration arrives sometime before the morning...
Emily Articulated: Fear, empathy, action
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I’ve been writing this column for a long time, and every time I sit down at my keyboard, I feel the weight, the privilege, of having this platform. But over...
Emily Articulated: Fantasy, reality
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins, was released in 2008 to mass appeal. It nearly instantly hit The New York Times Bestseller list, where it remained for more than 60...
Emily Articulated: Conservative whisperer
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I used to think of myself as a “conservative whisperer” — someone who could hold my left-leaning views without spooking, and sometimes even charming, the staunchest of Republicans. Maybe it...
Emily Articulated: Rescued
By Emily EricksonReader Staff My living room is softly lit, the orange lamplight casting a latticed shadow from the child gate propped in its entry. Two puppies are snuggled up beside me, looking like...
Emily Articulated: The process
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist Another birthday came and went this week, and the way I celebrated it seemed to encapsulate everything I hope to carry forward into the year ahead. I was on the...
