Emily Articulated: Foundation
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist My partner and I are building a house. Or rather, he (and many other skilled people) are building a house, and I’m slotting in where I can: moving dirt from...
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Emily Articulated: Ethical
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I was gifted my first Harry Potter book in third grade. It was wrapped alongside my siblings’ copies, with strict instructions to wait our turn and read them in order....
Emily Articulated
@Connection By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I’m always looking for the unseen things — the meaning between the lines, the unwritten rules, the subtle forces nudging us to act, think or feel a certain way....
Emily Articulated: The score
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist In 2014, psychologist and author Bessel van der Kolk published The Body Keeps the Score, a nonfiction work exploring how traumatic experiences reshape the brain and body. Since its release,...
Emily Articulated: Athletics
By Emily EricksonReader Staff I spent the weekend bundled against lake-effect winds, shouting “Nice work!” at masses of people on skinny skis gliding over the rolling hills and frozen lakes of northern Wisconsin. It...
Emily Articulated: Halftime show
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist Like roughly 124 million other people, I watched the Super Bowl on Feb. 8. I even (reluctantly) cheered on the Seattle Seahawks with the sliver of my heart not permanently...
Emily Articulated: Midwest nice
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist “Are you okay?” These were the last words of 37-year-old Alex Pretti, an ICU nurse from a local VA hospital, before he was gunned down in the streets of Minneapolis...
Emily Articulated: Winter
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist There was a time when the word “bundle” meant smooshed cheeks into too-puffy coats, mittens slid onto red, wind-chapped hands; when “banks” were something filled with snow. “ICE” was something...
Emily Articulated: Thirteen magical nights
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist It is said there is a stretch of time — 13 nights — beginning at the winter solstice, when the veil between worlds is the thinnest. It’s a time for...
Emily Articulated: A holiday(ish) story
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I was 15 when my godmother, Chrissy, invited me to Black Friday. It was 2007, an in-between time when everyone had a cellphone, but none that could access the internet....
