The International Fishmonger and Other Friends
The more I think about it, the more memories I recall.
Emily Stroble is a writer of bits and pieces and is distractedly pursuing lots of novel ideas and nonfiction projects as inspiration strikes. As an editorial assistant at Zondervan, she helps put the pieces of children’s books and Bibles together. A lover of the ridiculous, inexplicable, and wondrous as well as stories of all kinds, Emily enjoys getting lost in museums, movies old and new, making art, the mountains of Colorado, and the unsalted oceans near Grand Rapids. Her movie reviews also appear in the Mixed Media section of The Banner and her strange little stories of the fantastic are on the Calvin alumni fiction blog Presticogitation. Her big dream is to dig her hands deep into the soil of making children’s books as an editor…and to finally finish her children’s novel.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Sep 21, 2023 | 0 comments
The more I think about it, the more memories I recall.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Aug 21, 2023 | 0 comments
Even twaddle contains some truth.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Jul 21, 2023 | 0 comments
We have this unfortunate habit of dieting joy and worshiping scarcity.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Jun 21, 2023 | 0 comments
Every wondrous realization of truth begins with making your imagination big enough to hold it.
by Emily Joy Stroble | May 21, 2023 | 3 comments
Maybe it’s the patriarchy, maybe it’s Maybelline.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Apr 21, 2023 | 0 comments
“We live side-by-side with death.” And we are allowed to be afraid of it.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Mar 21, 2023 | 0 comments
Ruins should horrify us—grim testaments to our permanent impermanence
by Emily Joy Stroble | Feb 21, 2023 | 0 comments
“You’ve got it the wrong way around,” I imagine Tolkien saying.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Jan 21, 2023 | 0 comments
Discipline is cool. A fascination with violence is not.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Dec 21, 2022 | 1 comment
Are our true selves buried under all our stuff?
by Emily Joy Stroble | Nov 21, 2022 | 0 comments
This is a stock-image city. Sharp. Neutral. Orderly.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Oct 21, 2022 | 0 comments
I decide that I do believe that King Arthur sat here. It will make the climb worth it.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Sep 21, 2022 | 2 comments
The prejudices of this world are irrationally essential to your make-believe one.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Aug 21, 2022 | 1 comment
It’s not a tomb in a solid or permanent way, not a grave. This is the gilded foyer to another world.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Jul 21, 2022 | 1 comment
We never see anything but the familiar.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Jun 21, 2022 | 1 comment
My experience on Upward has largely been a strange dance—two people wobbling with Jesus awkwardly in the middle.
by Emily Joy Stroble | May 21, 2022 | 0 comments
It will sneak up on you, young writer, the temptation to use the power of your words in monstrous, bloody ways.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Apr 21, 2022 | 0 comments
I’m in that stage of life where you pack up constantly, and you keep your friends close and your friends with pick-up trucks closer.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Mar 21, 2022 | 5 comments
Where is the line is between voyeur and vigil-keeper?
by Emily Joy Stroble | Jan 21, 2022 | 2 comments
We will make jewelry from objects that remind us of better times, lost people, and lost places
by Emily Joy Stroble | Dec 21, 2021 | 2 comments
American houses have a habit of being walled up. But we are undeterred.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Nov 21, 2021 | 2 comments
It does manage to pass the Bechdel Test, but the Bechdel test isn’t exactly a trial by Gom Jabbar.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Oct 21, 2021 | 0 comments
“Does the basement bedroom still hold the amber scent of pipe smoke?”
by Emily Joy Stroble | Sep 21, 2021 | 0 comments
I stand stuttering in russet light, intimidated by the scornful bartender and the lack of menu. Am I just supposed to divine what’s on tap?
by Emily Joy Stroble | Aug 21, 2021 | 1 comment
The core value of The Office is that apathy is cool.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Jul 21, 2021 | 2 comments
Many wounds are bound with blessing.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Jun 21, 2021 | 3 comments
The advantage of painting soup is that everyone understands it.
by Emily Joy Stroble | May 21, 2021 | 6 comments
When I bought those beautiful bee coffins at the craft-fair, I could hear the hum of things changing.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Apr 21, 2021 | 5 comments
“Come Thou Fount” slaps when you speed up the tempo.