Emily Mitchell's Blog

You know, when I started this blog, I had every intention of keeping it up. At least for a year. But if I followed through on every intention I've had, I'd be a blonde Zumba instructor meteorologist turned gourmet cook with an impeccable singing voice and concert pianist capabilities living somewhere that actually has four seasons. 
Today is a very special day. It's not my birthday or anniversary. It's not anyone's birthday in my family either. Today marks one year since I conceived this...

(Just a warning: This post will probably be lengthy. If you choose to read it, get comfortable.)
This will probably be the first and last time I delve into the details of our journey to parenthood, and that's only because infertility seems to be more and more common, and if I can remind someone who's going through/gone through what Eric and I have over the last three years that somehow you'll still make it out in one piece, well, then, I'll consider this post successful.
Our journey to parentho...

Thanksgiving week. The time people publicly announce for what they're thankful. I've never participated in the Facebook frenzy of posting something to be grateful for every day in November, but I see a common trend: family, faith, children, talents, health, etc. It is true that these are the things to be most grateful for, and I for one am not an exception. My religion, my husband, and my family certainly round out the top three. But when I was a teenager, my mom had us do an activity where w...

I recently received a 3-star review for The Acquisition on Amazon. To me, a 3-star review means you liked some of it, didn't like all of it, it was just kind of meh. And I'm totally okay with it! There have been plenty of books I've read that I've felt meh about. Plus, good or bad, reviews are always helpful to an aspiring writer.
Before I delve deeper into the reason behind this post, let me explain why I decided to write. A few years ago, I read a book (please don't ask me the...

I swear I just blogged yesterday, but according to the website, it's been close to six weeks. My bad. Quite a bit has happened these past few weeks.
Another trip home to Bama.
Annual family vacation to Pigeon Forge, TN (DOLLYWOOD!).
Move to a new apartment (one of the best decisions Eric and I have ever made).
New job for Eric.
FINISHED MY LATEST MANUSCRIPT!
And that, my friends, certainly warrants the need for all caps. Finishing my latest project has actually been one of the biggest milestones of...

The following event occurred a little over a week ago, and I've pondered on this incident every day since. Actually, the entire concept is something I've pondered on awhile, but after my little trip to Holly's gas station in Not-Even-On-The-Map, Alabama, I've wanted to share it with all three of my non-family readers.
My family went to one of my dad's client's land to pick blackberries Saturday morning. Near the end of our little adventure, I volunteered to drive up to the local gas station to...

No, this isn't some post about the dreamy love interest in Divergent. Though, the book has been on my mind a lot, even though I read it over a year ago, so I might write something about it later. 
I titled this "Four" because that's how many years I've been married as of today.
Four years??? Sheesh. Wasn't I just going on my first date yesterday?
I know four years isn't really long (except by Hollywood standards), but at the same time, my mind is having a hard time wrapping around the fact...

I've been thinking a lot about my childhood lately. Maybe it's the homesickness, the longing to be surrounded by people and places I love, or maybe it's the fact that I can now say I have clear memories from twenty years ago.
TWENTY YEARS AGO.
Only adults can say that. But wait! I am an adult. And sometimes, I wonder how that happened. I swear it was just yesterday that I was getting my license and taking to the road all by myself. And by yesterday, I guess I mean ten years ago. I mean, I know...

Today marks three years since Papaw passed away, and yet I still walk into Pamaw's house expecting to hear, "Oh, you beautiful doll! You great, big, beautiful doll!"
That was the song he'd sing every time I walked in. (Sorry, Laura. I guess we were both his dolls.) The Sunday before he passed, he got up, dressed, went to church, just like he did every Sunday. At that point in time, he'd been battling cancer for four months. We knew it was bad, we knew it was a matter of time, but the man could...

Yesterday morning, I awoke early (not uncommon) and watched the movie Cheaper By The Dozen while I got ready for my busy day. It was on TV, I hadn't seen it in awhile, and since I was having some serious Smallville withdrawals, I figured I could curb them by watching Tom Welling as the oldest son in the Baker family. While I did have some major flashbacks to season four of Smallville while watching Welling play football, I had other thoughts while watching the movie, thoughts that almost had...