About Me

Emelie Samuelson is a girl in her twenties who is just trying her best. She spends her days reading and writing books, playing games, and snuggling with dogs. Her work has appeared on The Feminine Collective, HelloGiggles, Catalyst Wedding Co., and in the anthology, This One Has No Name by The No Name Writing Group.

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Other Places You Can Find My Writing

When I'm not writing here on the blog, I'm writing for other publications. Some of my stuff has appeared in books and some of it online. The fact that other people want to feature my insanity on their own creations is bonkers, but let's not pull to hard on that thread, shall we? 


Book: This one has no name by the no name writing group

I'm part of an amazing writing group in Connecticut and we decided to put this anthology together. It's full of essays, poetry, some fiction and even a couple of my ramblings. If you buy it from The Hickory Stick Bookshop, I'll sign one for you. Just leave your autograph request in the comments box at check out.

Photo Credit:  kevin dooley

Photo Credit: kevin dooley


I named my uterus Judy a few years ago. It made sense at the time. Calling it “Judy” gave me the freedom to air my bodily grievances while surrounded by strangers. Those closest to me knew who Judy was, and the general public, who tend to be grossed out by off-the-cuff uterus talk, didn’t have to endure such a vile conversation.


My Feminist Wedding // Making Our Own Wedding Rings

Searching for wedding rings can be exhausting. There are seemingly millions of options — and you don’t want to choose something flippantly because it is something you plan to wear for the rest of your life. It should be special. It should mean something. You should love your ring, right? After all, the wedding ring symbolizes your never-ending, unbroken devotion to your chosen life partner. It’s a big deal.


My Feminist Wedding // When I Said "Yes," I Learned to Say "No"

I’ve never been good at saying no to people. I am at my very core a people-pleaser. If someone is sad, I want to cheer them up. If someone is angry, I want to fix it. If I am the cause of any negative feelings, I have a tendency to spiral into a deep hole of self-loathing.


There's a wrong way to online date. I learned that the hard way. 

Before I started online dating, I was really losing hope that I would ever find someone. As a 23 year old, it was ridiculous to feel that way, but I’d just gotten out of a relationship with a guy who I thought was The One and heartache makes you crazy. Shortly thereafter, but for unrelated reasons, I moved three states away to a small town where the median age is over twice my own. A friend of mine suggested I turn to the Internet. “Why not?” He said, “Everything’s online now; it only makes sense that our generation would do dating that way, too, right?”