Emily Ellet

Twisting, wringing, Plummeting to the earth With no parachute I’ll land on my feet (I always do, though my knees crumble from repeated slamming into rock) With my hand in the air Trumpeting my smarty-pants For all the world to mark With a sneer and a smirk But My pens wait neatly for me Ready to bleed my soul onto the page Crisp notebooks are my friends More than any jealous child The brand new backpack Sits eagerly in the corner As leaves tumble softly So do

Sometimes I wonder what I am doing In a city As I pass a hidden forest And the smell The sweet, fecund perfume Assails my nose In an exuberant wave Of childhood And freedom And peace #Poetry #homesickness #trees #nyc #CityLife #forest #Childhood #Colorado

beside water’s lap she bows her head alone with herself and her dreams suspended in an afternoon hazy summer sun sighing in harmony with her melancholy and a questioning duck she paints her nails with the satisfied certainty that he will find her there, and thus – taken with the storybook picture woven of solitude, devotion, and glitter – begin her happily ever after after all, she is twelve #Poetry #lake #memories #romantic #dramaticchild #Childhood #Melancholy

The thrill that comes from Being the only one to Ride to the next block Is not a small thing. Your bike is your noble steed Driving towards freedom. Blood singing with birds, Feet pedal on eager joy To ditch your siblings, Drawing into lungs Crisp responsibility: Fin’lly an adult. #Childhood #memories #Poetry

If you didn’t happen to watch it, Ghostwriter was a live-action show featuring a group of kids in Brooklyn that solved crimes and mysteries with the help of a ball of light and words.  You can actually watch a lot of the show on YouTube!  Fair warning, though: the pilot episode is suuuuper slow-paced, in spite of the delightful surprise of Samuel L. Jackson! I was mildly pondering the show the other as I walked through a portion of Washington Heights, remembering how much I e

We’re a little belated, but here’s the Christmas episode of Gingham and Steel Bakes! Episode 8 – Gingerbread House!  Recipe and notes after the episode: Show Notes: OMG I was mortified when I realized the icing had gone everywhere.  I’m glad my editor cut away from my face at that moment, because I was NOT PLEASED.  Honestly, I feel like almost every episode has had some major mishap, though I don’t think that’s a bad thing.  (“I’m relatable!  We all make mistakes, right?!”)

A firepit, which is about as close as I get to ye olde Girl Scout camping these days. Every year, when the weather veers sharply into what I call “true fall” (after the lazy autumn slow dance known as Indian summer), when you wake to find an entire tree of leaves on the ground, when a chill wind cuts through your coat despite the golden rays surrounding you, when you inhale suddenly to try to catch whatever hint of wood smoke just teased your nose – that’s when I want to go G

Yah.  My sincere apologies.  The truth is…I’ve been sooooo tired when I get home that I just haven’t been up to posting.  It’s amazing how exhausting eight hours a day of learning/rehearsing/running/reviewing choreography can be.  Most of my life, the longest I’ve ever had to rehearse was six hours…on, like, tech day or something, and never was I on my feet that whole time!  It’s also been high 90s hot for the last couple weeks, and it’s amazing what that takes out of you (se

Our peers were aghast (though I’m not sure they would have known what the word meant), but I have very fond memories of playing outside, creating intricate worlds with Legos and Little Tykes, and of reading.  A movie was a once-a-week treat, it seemed, primarily on Friday nights when we had “Silly Dinner” – a.k.a. whatever you wanted, as much as you wanted.  (My dinners usually consisted of popcorn, ice cream, and cheddar cheese; in retrospect, this would have been such a gre