Emily Ellet

While perhaps Taylor Swift’s antics have been the catalyst for that phrase becoming mainstream (whether those are intentional PR or genuine friendships, there’s no denying she’s played the game well), the concept is hardly new.  Women have relied on circles of female friendships forever, and given my current situation, I am unabashedly leaning in, shall we say. I walked by an ad tonight that referenced “Squad Goals.”  Can’t say I looked closely, given that I can’t even tell y

Here’s an unrelated-to-this-blog-post shot of beautiful Hawaii for your New Year’s Eve pleasure. Guess what time it is?  Guess who can’t sleep?  Guess who seems to come up with really entertaining blog posts when this happens? Seriously, though, this is a nice way to end the year.  And what a year!  So without further ado, I give you… the Top 10 Most Frequently Asked Questions of this Cruise Ship Performer. Having traveled so much, where do you want to go next? On a cruise sh

Things that I miss, in no particular order: The crackling, dreamy life of a flame burning in a candle Making myself a bowl of cereal with cold milk, at any time of day or night My cats, or at this point any cats, really; just something demanding that I adore it unconditionally at 6 am Getting to talk with my husband any time of day or night The ability to fall asleep easily (why, yes, it is 3 am right now) My complete wardrobe Mountains and hiking in Alaska My family Keys tha

My family is really good at this.  Well, to be fair, the female members of my family.  My mom trained us oh-so-well in how to fall in love with one song on an album and listen to it over and over again.  (This is also the woman who watched Ever After so many days in a row that we know the entire movie by heart.) In fact, it was such a bad habit of hers that, in late junior high, I actually made her a series of albums combining all of her favorite singles onto a couple CDs.  N

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