Emily Articulated: Severance
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist What if you never had to think about work outside of the office again? No stress, no emails, no lingering dread of Monday mornings. The cost? Just losing half...
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Emily Articulated: Raw Milk
By Emily Erickson Reader Staff Something people might not understand about what it’s like to grow up in America’s dairy state is just how deeply Milk is ingrained into everyday life. Milk is capitalized...
Emily Articulated: Meaning-making
By Emily Erickson Reader Staff My writing has never been accused of being succinct, and I’ve been told a time or two that I can be a bit unclear. I get swept up in...
Emily Articulated: Winter people
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I remember the feeling of being zipped into my snowsuit, a bright yellow overstuffed sausage with barely contained cheeks spilling over a fleece neck warmer. I liked the coziness...
Emily Articulated: TEOTWAWKI
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist If you’re reading this, the world is still spinning, and we’ve survived to swap our old calendars for new ones. This sentiment — the quiet marvel of continuation —...
Emily Articulated: Presentness
By Emily Erickson Reader Staff The holidays often prompt a lot of reflection, turning me inward as much as pulling me outward. Maybe it’s the ritual of stringing lights and pulling ornaments out of...
Emily Articulated: The holidays
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist What if “the holidays” were more than a handful of weeks — a series of events strung together like pearls at the end of a single year, full of...
Emily Articulated: Analog era
By Emily Erickson Reader Staff After the Nov. 5 election, I felt an overwhelming need to disconnect — from the celebratory posts of those aligned with the victors and the relentless buzz of speculation,...
Emily Articulated: What now?
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Rarely am I at a loss for words; but, sometimes, my stream of consciousness feels tangled and stuck, lodged in my throat or thick on my tongue. It usually...
Emily Articulated: Open road
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I hit scan on the radio, searching for anything other than static, until a familiar song broke through the cracks and pops: “… all the roads we have to...
