This week has been insane. I've started a new job - which is great. I'm happy to be working. I'm happy to be paid to be working. And on top of getting paid, I'm getting paid to write. It's technical writing, but still writing is writing and a job is a job. And it's a... Continue Reading →
Lucid
When I was five-years-old, I had a nightmare that I will never forget. In it, every adult I knew was wearing a mask that looked exactly like their real face, only I knew that it wasn't their real face. I knew that they weren't really the people they were supposed to be. I knew it... Continue Reading →
It’s All Greek to Me
I'm going to be teaching a class on Greek Mythology on June 28th. See the poster below for more information about the class and how to sign up. Feel free to contact me with any questions.
Father Otter
When we lived in Colorado, my dad worked for the ambulance service twenty-four hours on, twenty-four hours off. By all rights he should have spent his off days asleep, getting some "me time", but instead he spent it with me and my brother. He played with us at the rec center. He took us camping and... Continue Reading →
The Pack
When I was born, my parents had two dogs: a standard poodle named Simon and a flat coat retriever mix named Crissy. Simon was delighted by my sudden, unexpected arrival and immediately claimed me as his baby. Crissy, who was completely and utterly devoted to my mother, took it upon herself to be my protector.... Continue Reading →
Day One
Hello Everyone (and by everyone I mean those few kindly facebook friends of mine who have actually followed the link to this blog out of pity, or loyalty, or friendship), thank you for reading. My name (in case you don't actually know me personally and you missed it), is Emily Randolph-Epstein. I'm a writer, poet,... Continue Reading →