Do You See Me?

Do you look at me and see my eating disorder? When I was a tiny baby, with virtually no hair and no words to string together yet, I wonder if that thought ever crossed anyone’s mind. Whether this little newborn girl would grow older and someday be so disgusted with herself that she wanted herself…

Time to Resurrect Clemmatine Designs

Some of you (hopefully at least a few!) may remember my brief endeavor with t-shirt design. It started back in late last year when I found a drawing I’d done in eating disorder treatment and became inspired to turn it into something entirely new. That drawing is probably one of, if not the most, favorite…

35 Ways to Cheat at Blogging

Well, technically, the title of this piece is “35 Ways to Recognize a Massachusettsan.” I put it together it back when I was writing for the UMass Amherst branch of the Odyssey, and it became my most shared article (heck, I’d even say it went a miniature bit viral.) That was my first experience with…

Kicking Anorexia in the (Giant Sticky) Buns

Yes, that is a picture of a sticky bun quite literally the size of my face that I ate this afternoon. Yes, my title is a ridiculously bad pun based on that sticky bun. Ba-dum-tss. Today is my younger brother’s birthday (the big 2-1, as it happens) and so some of my family and I…

Stories and Stars

I can’t count the number of lines on my palm From all the times I’ve closed my hand around a pen or pencil Tightened it into a fist out of anger, sadness, or painful hope against hope Or let my fingers intersect with another’s Where all those lines of mine and all those of theirs…

The Little Things (Fall Edition)

Sometimes you just need a tiny reminder of tiny things to make your day even the tiniest bit better (or, hopefully, a whole lot better.) So here’s a list of 21 (mostly) fall related things that I hope make that happen. 1. The fact that there’s a word for the smell of rain on the…

Cinnamon

The air is beginning to smell like honey-and-crimson-colored sunsets at just after half past four And crisp breezes carrying hints of cinnamon. On most every step sits a pumpkin that will soon bear a lopsided grin As they look out towards the leaves blanketing the sidewalks I smile back from just above the top of…

A Piece of Writing a Day Keeps… Emma Sane

Ever since I was tiny (well, tinier, anyways) I’ve dreamt of being a writer. Little things, like the fact that “dreamt” is the only word in the English language to end in “-mt,” or that there are words and phrases so unique to cultures that they have no equivalents in other languages, or that technically,…