Today, I wanted to write a little about my history with playing a musical instrument. I began playing the piano when I was five years old, which was far too young and I quickly grew frustrated and disappointed and quit, but only for a brief period. I started playing the piano again when I was... Continue Reading →
What a Shame
Today I want to talk about shame, specifically about body shame. I can't tell you how many times I've heard a woman say, "Oh, I just need to loose ten more pounds." I've worked retail, covering the dressing room and it drives me to frustration hearing these beautiful women putting themselves down. I want to grab... Continue Reading →
Warning, This Post Contains Blood and Gore
Let me just say up front, that this is a post about periods. You have been warned, if you don't want to read all the gory details, I give you full permission to stop reading now. My feelings won't be hurt if you do. However, I think that periods need to be talked about in... Continue Reading →
Paid in Food
My very busy week went very well. On Friday, the band played at the Union Farmers Market. It was a gorgeous afternoon, warm, but not too hot, with a lovely breeze. We played on a green in the shade of a tree. I think I like playing outdoors the best. It makes me feel so... Continue Reading →
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 →
Miners Have Mojo
Last night, I had one of those experiences that I hope to remember for the rest of my life. Our band was hired to play at a summer kick-off party down at the Camden Harbor. We were told that we'd be playing on a barge. Now, when I think barge I think of something flat... Continue Reading →
A Return to Birdy Days
Author's Note: this is a fun little essay that I wrote last summer based on a writing exercise known as the dreaded association, in which you trade out words in a sentence for a related word. It's actually a little more complicated than that, but I'll spare you the gory details. Please enjoy. When it was birdy and hot... 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 →