Emily Articulated: Friggin’ Fruit Salad
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist You know what I love? Friggin’ fruit salad. Fruit salad is quite possibly one of the healthiest, most flavorful and inherently versatile things we can bring to our summer...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist You know what I love? Friggin’ fruit salad. Fruit salad is quite possibly one of the healthiest, most flavorful and inherently versatile things we can bring to our summer...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Do you remember the first thing you really cared about? Not the thing you sort-of cared about, like securing the pink Starbursts from the grubby clutches of your siblings,...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I have a story, perhaps my most vulnerable yet. It’s a story I’ve held close, nestled against my heart, shared only with a few friends and family members. But...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Joe is a patron at the bar I regularly tend. He is an 87-year-old Italian man, who, at full standing height, reaches just above my shoulders. He orders a...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist It’s not every day one gets to interview a person featured in the Wall Street Journal, on NBC Nightly News, and in Runner’s World magazine; someone sponsored by REI,...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Perception is a fickle thing, and despite its dynamic nature, it has the ability to shape our choices and, ultimately, our lives. I am a long-distance trail runner, regularly...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist If you’re leery of something radical, stop reading. If you’re set in a stagnant process of thought, stop reading. If you’re unable to experience objectivity, stop reading. However, if...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist You’re in the jungle. Light is flickering through the canopy of leaves, painting colorful streaks across the dirt floor. You turn your neck to the left and see a...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist What makes your stomach flutter? What makes your heart balloon against your chest? What makes the corners of your mouth involuntarily stretch across your face? What makes you feel...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Rain was quietly pattering the tin roof of my dry cabin as I stuffed my backpack with two weeks worth of dirty clothes. I wrapped myself in my waterproof...