I am a storyteller.
For a long time, I tried to wear a bunch of different, specific hats: writer, dancer, artist. Choreographer, poet. Wife, sister, daughter, friend.
After a while, I realized I could be all those things at once.
I’m a storyteller — I gather people’s stories, they give them to me, I remember them. I hold them in my heart. I tell their stories, I tell my own story. I am intensely fascinated by life and living and the human experience. Everyone has a story — if you know how to listen.
Sometimes – a lot of times – being a storyteller means writing. Most of the time, it means writing. But sometimes, it also means photographing. Sometimes it means dancing or acting, or singing.
I believe in love, I believe in kindness, I believe in laughing until you’re making strange barking seal noises with happy tears running down your cheeks. I believe in encouraging people to be who they want to be, free from fear or rules. I believe in being silly, goofy, wild – and never ever quite growing up. I believe life is hard, no matter who you are or where you come from, and I believe that the best gift we’ve all been given is each other, and the chance to listen, to learn, and to evolve.
I hope you stick around.
[Being pregnant and then giving birth has kind of taken over my brain — it’s been a long-time dream of mine to become a mother, and I’m fascinated with birth, as a doula-in-training and self-proclaimed birth junkie. So for the past year, this blog has been fairly pregnancy and baby-centric and will probably stay that way for a while. But my life is made up of many things, and I will continue to blog whatever’s on my heart and my mind as it happens.]
[Emily – 29 – KY]
By day: I work in the River Industry. My engineers call me “Mrs. Poppins” — yes, as in Mary.
By evening: I teach dance to preschoolers and adults alike, I write anything and everything; blogs and fiction, and sometimes poetry. Whatever demands to be written. I am in the slow process of getting my doula certification — but am taking a break to birth my own child first. Luckily, those two goals go hand-in-hand, and studying for either benefits the other.
At home: I’m married to the most wonderful man in the world – try not to argue with me – named Shaun. He is part lumberjack, part cowboy, part artist, part geek. He is handsome and kind and strong and clever and funny and I adore him so much it tends to sicken people. Luckily, he feels the same way about me.
I gave birth to our first child, a sweet baby girl named Ariadne, in late July 2016. She is clever, sweet, and funny; and we are overjoyed — just trying to hold on tight to this crazy ride called parenthood.
We also claim our little fur-baby, our bobtailed cat named Fiddle, but whom we consistently call Kitty, MissMiss, FiddleBit, and Fiddle in the Middle.
I love: Listening to my music so loud I can feel it in my chest. Being still among the trees. Swimming and sunshine and creek stomping. Stretching until I feel the burn. Coloring, and painting, and making mistakes and starting over again. Looking at the stars each evening, and following the progress of the moon. Binge-watching Netflix like any red-blooded American. Dancing to bluegrass in an open field. Surprising someone with my turn of phrase. Tacos and salsa and maybe one too many margaritas. Getting a laughing fit in public so loud that other people turn their heads to look. Falling asleep in my husband’s arms on the couch. Rolling the windows down and singing along to the radio with my best girls. Building people up and making them feel special. Challenging how people think and act and what they accept point blank, and what they do not.