Meet The Writer


Hi, I’m Emily, and this is the “About Me” page, which I write with a sense of futility—for what can I possibly say to make myself known? Even if you were to stalk my social media accounts, even if you were to read my diary, the only way to really get to know someone is to spend time with them. So please don’t assume a false intimacy with me based on this…

Anyway, for what it’s worth, I’m a farmer’s daughter who suffers from what the French call l’esprit d’escalier. Retarded wit. Which simply means that I think of the perfect thing to say only when it’s too late. I type with one hand (so I can knit with the other one 😉), and I answer to many names (Em Gem, Shorty, Cinderella, Tiger, Two Bits, Emmeline, Half Pint, Flint, Amelia Bedelia). The IT guy calls me Grandma when I ask for technical support. My brother-in-law calls me The Second Wife when he wants me to make him a cup of tea. My niece called me Mama when she was a baby, before she learned how to say my name. An Arab once called me “expensive,” which earned me the title of “one hundred camel woman” back home…

So … that’s the scoop on me. But enough about me.

Jesus spent most of his earthly life in his small hometown, and people were surprised that he even knew how to read. He wasn’t married, wasn’t very attractive, and wasn’t a stranger to sorrow. So I’ll try to keep it “real” here, if you know what I mean.

Hope you leave richer.

XO— Emily