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“Going to the Chapel”……”because you love me”….”from this moment on”- these tiny snippets of songs were the soundtrack to much of my childhood, in-between songs from Veggie Tales. When I was young, my dad owned a videography business, filming and editing primarily weddings (yes, dance recitals too, but a LOT of weddings.) I had these clunky black shoes and black pants that I would wear on the days that I got to go with him to help, often monitoring the stationary camera, carrying equipment, and getting to be a part of the epic process. This experience meant that I got…


How many years has it been since we were open hearted with each other…..five…six…seven…

It is wild to know someone’s heart, to see the interlocking mechanics, the fractured pieces, and the barely holding together spots, then to find oneself in a place where you only see the outside again.

I know what those pieces look like, however tarnished, shining, or completely missing they may be. Yet, I stand from afar, hoping that the world is taking as close of care with every part of you…

I heard you are hurting. I had sensed it in me like a twin feeling…


Flowers from 2019 from my love after a horrendous weekend that year…a reminder that hope and love is always there in our dark times

Easter tends to be my almost Monopoloy-esque “Free Parking” stopping space. Inevitable at a handful of moments during the week leading up to Good Friday then Easter Sunday, I reflect upon my own faith, where I have been and where I am now. This year, I took a walk down memory lane to years past and realized the sheer amount that I have changed, even in the subtle ways. A few days ago, I attempted to map out turning points to various beliefs and decisions. …


CW: Descriptions of the Capitol domestic terrorist act 1/6/21, growing up in a religious and conservative area, and my perspective on current events

If you feel that you may become defensive or stressed reading the next words and stories, I encourage you to cease reading and do something for self-care. However, if you are morbidly interested in my perspective, childhood, and outlook on current events, continue reading. These words and ideas are not up for debate to unpack and dissuade. …


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Disclaimer: CW- Sexual Assault, Reproductive Rights, also, I use “women” throughout my writing, but note, I recognize gender as more expansive than a binary..

When I was younger, they were the monsters. These folks had long white jackets and grabby long fingers. They were snake-like, waiting to commit homicide like those portrayed in the Dreamworks’ film The Prince of Egypt. They were the ones excited to do harm. I learned about being “pro-life” before I fully learned what consent meant.

It was around the time that I was slowly become awakened to feminism and to identifying many of the societal…


My first message to him after we met….I wanted to keep the conversation going….(see below for his response)

My darling, we are at two years (well at the time you read this, we will have achieved two years; yes, I am planning ahead and starting the writing process early.) I recall the moment when we established that we would call it a relationship. It was a phone call complete with my bold list of bullet points for conversation, one being that I wanted to label our dates, hanging outs, and feelings as a relationship. However, we all know that our story began before that conversation. The affection that is between us began the night that we met. (See:https://medium.com/@Emily_Sto/the-boy-with-the-tea-cup-and-matching-saucer-2c891effdb3a)…


Tiger Lily not letting where she is planted affect how she grows, more on tiger lilies later (photo credit: my mother)

(Originally written and published May 2016, edited slightly for 2020)

No, I did not grow up in a household of multiple mothers, nor did I grow up with step-moms. Rather, I have been surrounded my whole life with adopted moms and grandmas in addition to my own biological mom and grandmas. These women have taught me so much about life, love, and people, among so many other things. Therefore, this Mother’s Day, I cannot simply give a tribute to my own mom and grandmothers.

Rather, this Mother’s Day, I would like to give recognition to not only my actual mom…


Leaving the lights on for you tonight….

It has been a little nutty out there, my friends. It is okay to have a nervous quiet laugh or silent nod in reaction to that statement. Trust me, I am not safe from these feelings myself, there have been some tears, anger, anxiety fueled cleaning, etc. Specifically, tonight, I have been thinking about the heartaches and pains of those that I love. There are some of you that I am thinking about by name tonight, there are some of you that I know are in my community that are struggling tonight but have not reached out. A few years…


dancing last summer (2019)

I know that the goodbye and reunions are the normal for some people. They release their loved ones to a job trip, a tour overseas, a college semester, etc. Time is measured by these patterns. These folks are well acquainted with the releasing and the beautiful coming back together.

There have been seasons of not seeing people that I love. For example, winter time can be a difficult time as seasonal affective sets in. It makes doing stuff after work hours take a lot of energy that I do not always possess. There are times when my loved ones are…


my home currently

My love, it is the question that has spun us into tail spins, heightened our anxious minds, and caused a few strands of my red hair to show up.

“When will we move in together?”

It was never an idea that I considered intensively immediately, rather it was the tiny bit of idea from a family member. I recall huddling at my family’s kitchen counter and the idea being given out as a possibility. I thought it held validity; it was a next step, bravery, and something that I had seen other relationships do.

Fast-forward over a year and the…

Emily Sto

redhead//vintage heart//feminist//brunch lover

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