Where’s Erin?

Where on Earth am I?
You’ll most reliably find me at my keyboard, working hard and looking out at the yoga mat-carrying residents of my little neighborhood in Boulder. I suppose I leave breadcrumbs wherever I go in the form of checked-out and long-reserved library books, day trips to the library at the University of Colorado, visits to the gym or doctor’s office or select hiking trails, my continued shotgun stance in Mike’s car, trips to the garden, endless uber-specific Google searches and occasional appearances among friends.
Behind the scenes, something like Progress is happening. Many can’t-really-discuss-them projects are in various stages of completion. There is daily-bread work too dull and utilitarian to mention. I also seem to be carving out a little niche as the freelancer who would rather write about Things Bygone than the current day, which strikes me as one of the best things I’ve done in ages. To wit:
This Is What Anne Frank’s Arrest Looked Like
The Gibson Girls: The Kardashians of the Early 1900s
The Prison Special: One Last Push For Women’s Suffrage
5 Things You Might Not Know About the Mother of Nuclear Fissiona>
The Drug That Inspired Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
As German Bombs Fell on Paris, Marie Curie Decided to Go to War
What They Ate for Dinner While Washington Burned
Life has changed a lot this year, but I’m still here.


