My mom has always said she thought my name (the whole four-part ordeal, 31 letters) sounded like it could be a writer's. Underlying this statement is a bit of self-congratulation (not to mention, subjectivity), but she and my dad did work hard to come up with a meaningful name. Then again, two-letter names can be meaningful and writers don’t always have euphonious names.
As a kid, I named myself Emmy. Apparently, it came to be through my muffled use of the phrase "and me," but I’m also happy to be called Emanuelle now. Other names people call me include Lil Sip, Sippy, and Em. I kind of want to marry someone with the last name River and hyphenate, but a five-part name crosses a line (that, debatably, my parents already crossed for me).
If I could have a superpower I would primarily want to eradicate mass incarceration, white supremacy, and violence...just to name a few itty bitty things and secondarily, automatically learn languages.
I love exploring off-trail, museums, cooking, and finding fun roofs in addition to never shutting up.
This is courtesy of You Again, one of my favorite childhood movies. When I’m feeling more intellectual, this is also a wonderful distraction from whatever I may be procrastinating.
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