emmett.freedman

The Replacement

A talented writer is not what they seem.

A Big Glass Dome

What an insane week. I spent some time on Monday and Tuesday reading old newsletters, with the intention of using this Sunday’s edition to reflect a bit on how the newsletter has changed in the last nine months, and to plot out my plans for the coming year. That became far less interesting when a [...]

This New Year

After all of this time I still hate saying COVID. Coronavirus seems less threatening, more conversational. Saying COVID feels a bit like calling weed marijuana. Just a thought I’ve had for a while. Back in September I wrote about the end of the pandemic being our generation’s V-Day. I still love the picture below, and [...]

Snow Beers

The first snow of the season, and a walk through Brooklyn Heights

That Million-Dollar Feeling

The last two weeks of the year are generally when everyone cashes in on the easiest types of writing: “Best of” lists, reflections, predictions for the coming year. My website will be no different this week, except that there will be no cashing in on anything, and I wouldn’t dare make a prediction for next [...]

A Christmas Poem

‘Twas the night before Christmas… By the time next weekend’s newsletter hits your inbox, Christmas will be over. So that makes this edition the Christmas Edition. Buckle up. Back at Wake Forest, my fraternity had a tradition called the Christmas Cocktail poem. The poem was a re-writing of Clement Moore’s famous A Visit From St. [...]