Member Feature: Eunice Brownlee
Editor's note: Each month we'll be featuring a member of the illuminate community so that we can all get to know our writers better. We're excited to "meet" all of you and cheer you on with your writing goals. Give a warm welcome to Eunice, our featured member this month.
Who I Am:
I think this is kind of a loaded question because I'm still trying to figure that out. I seem to molt every few years. Currently, I'm a marketing professional, running my own business, thirty9 collective, and loving the freedom and flexibility consulting work has to offer, even if the paycheck is a struggle. I'm a huge nerd and can be found sharing my useless knowledge at weekly trivia nights. I'm a mom to a super ornery almost 13-year-old. This role is one I never expected to play in my life's drama. I'm the oldest of three children and our parents divorced when I was 35. We are all still dealing with the trauma of that epic tale. I'm a passionate advocate for mental health and have been dubbed the "Queen of Snark" by more than one set of coworkers. I have a severe case of wanderlust and the fact that my passport expires in two years with only two stamps in it makes me eager to sell all of my things and travel the world with my daughter in tow. I believe that love can cure all things.
What I Write About:
I mostly write personal essays, which I started back in 2005. I would like to learn how to flex my creative muscles and maybe adventure into fiction or even poetry, which was a big reason I joined this group of amazing writers.
My Favorite Piece of Writing By Me:
Here is an excerpt from "I'm Visible Now: Reflections On Beauty and Self-Image” (click here to read the whole post):
I watched the other girls get roses in their lockers and walk down the halls with their fingers intertwined in his, laughing and smiling and kissing. I watched the cute boys throw themselves at these girls until they were the lucky ones selected by the princess to be her knight in shining armor. I went to school dances, hoping to hold someone around the neck with his hands placed gently on my waist while we swayed awkwardly to the slow beat. I sat and watched other girls getting to enjoy this and I hoped one of those boys would ask me to dance. No one ever did.
I had plenty of friends, girls and guys alike. They all thought I was nice. They all knew I was smart. But nice and smart weren’t getting roses in my locker or candy-grams with cute messages delivered to my classroom. I wanted to be like the other girls and I believed I had to be beautiful to get it.