Eryn Milliken
Stories (9/0)
My Most Memorable Teachers
I recently read an article 20 Teachers Recall Their Most Memorable Encounter With A Student’s Parents and it got me thinking back to all the teachers I’ve had over the years (with a Master’s Degree, I’ve had a few). Some were just kind of there, and you can sometimes recall vague memories of them or their class, and then you just go on with your life. Others, for better or worse, leave a life-long impression and help mold the adult you become.
By Eryn Milliken4 months ago in Education
Take me to the Shire
My mother read to me every night as a child. We would curl up on my bed together and she would read; it was our tradition. Even if I didn’t want the day to end, I couldn’t wait to get to bed and hear the next part of the story. I don’t remember the early books or stories, but there are two that greatly stand out in my mind and helped form my continuing love of reading.
By Eryn Milliken2 years ago in Families
The Book Savers
When I was little, my grandfather started talking about what the world was like before The Accident. The days of bright sunshine and carefree living burned bright in his mind and he loved to talk about how it used to be. A time when traveling was easy and comfortable, the sun was visible all the time, and large swaths of land were covered in crops and animals. All things that were little more than stories these days.
By Eryn Milliken2 years ago in Fiction
5 Songs for the Broken Hearted '90s Teen
Oh, the days of being a teenager, when we thought we were so grown up but didn’t really know anything. When our hormones were stronger than our brains, and everything felt like a life or death situation, at least when it came to romance. We were trying to figure out our place in the world, who we liked - and who we didn’t, what we wanted to be “when we grow up,” and started testing the concept of independence.
By Eryn Milliken2 years ago in Beat
'90s Comfort and a Touch of Fantasy
Fashion. That’s quite a word in my family. My grandmother always looked like she stepped off the cover of Vogue magazine, even the time we took a tour of an historic prison and went underground into the copper mine where the prisoners worked. She wore high heels and somehow managed to walk through the place at least as well as I did in sneakers.
By Eryn Milliken2 years ago in Styled
Simple Editing Can Make a Big Difference
I remember finding my mother’s SLR camera when I was a little girl and being completely fascinated by it. That was probably the beginning of my love of photography, even if it did (and sometimes still does) intimidate me. That was back before the days of a D-SLR, so it used actual film, that had to be manually advanced and set. I never did get to use that camera, but I still think of it very fondly, sitting in the corner of the spare bedroom all mysterious and inviting.
By Eryn Milliken2 years ago in Photography
Adventures with Helen
Pulling into the parking spot that likely did not exist a few years earlier, Hope fought the tears threatening to spill over for a place she never visited. This gas station was not supposed to be here; it should be a cute little restaurant celebrating its 150th birthday.
By Eryn Milliken2 years ago in Wander
