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Emily Ginsberg

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Emily Ginsberg

Avid reader. Passionate traveler. Scrabble-player & healthy competitor. Former personal and professional chef and party server extraordinaire. Barista. Photographer. Poet scribbler with an artist's eye. Philosopher. A gourmet who's also an insatiable gourmande. Music lover. Animal and nature fan. Independent, individual, unique.

Stories by Emily Ginsberg

While on an airplane, remember to breathe. Acknowledge those around you, in the seat next over or behind, with a nod and a glib, close-mouthed...
Drenched by the warm spittle of October rains, We huddled, ankles crossed, cheeks puffing, In seats intrinsically chosen from habit, For viewpoint...
In this snapshot, you are showing off the new bike that a man probably named Giuseppe made you. You proudly waddle it down the cobbled, crowded...
I inquire. Do you believe in reincarnation? Do you have an eerie, goosebump-inducing sense upon stepping into a place … When reading, do...
Theirs was a crusade of rescue, and I wore the cape. They lifted their hands up to me in trust, in a stranded sort of helplessness, so I smiled...
A porcupine crossed my path today. It waddled nonchalantly across that two-laned back road with a pouch that swung back and forth, barely touching...
I have a friend who used to build towering snow mountains with me in the playground three houses down. He was my childhood outdoorsman . . . He...
From a grey bus seat rug-covered, I sit, elevated, 7 feet from normal, waiting to be delivered. To saunter through your yellow clouds with...
Creaking, I am the oiled wood that forms pain splotches from the rain drops amassing when bare feet bound along my boards.   Sturdy, I...
The rains rival Noah’s flood.             and now it dribbles,    ...
Waking, it felt oddly like a rush for the airport. The pre-dawn dark heavy in its silence, Tempting like the warm woolen winter blanket I’d...
Back home, my kitchen is renowned. Not for the surplus of copper pots hanging from the parallel colonial barn beams crossing the ceiling, each...
I can’t tell you how magical it feels to leave your country and then return to an even more magical atmosphere of the holidays evident on...