About Emily

In 1990, the Gulf War had begun, the Hubble space telescope was launched, Nelson Mandela was released from prison, and I, Emily Tomasik, was born.

I grew up in Buffalo, NY, known mostly for it’s snow and it’s terrible sports teams. But there are good parts to living in Buffalo, too.  One, we have the best chicken wings on earth and two; we have the best chicken wings on earth.

I’m proud to say that I did not own an iPod, iPad, kindle, or smart phone for all of my childhood.  You might be thinking, “Wait a minute, those didn’t exist in the 90s…” and you would be right. Which is why I didn’t own them.  I will have you know, however, that I also didn’t own a walkman, which was around in the 90s.  My parents were afraid I would burst my eardrums if I wore headphones.  This became a battle between us that they eventually lost (in 2009, when I received a free iPod touch with the purchase of my laptop computer).

For 11 years of my life I grew up with two brothers- one older and one younger.  When I turned 11, my parents took us all out for pizza and told us that we were going to have another sibling.  The only thing I remember feeling that night was really full from all the pizza.  Eleven years later, however, I have realized that this was a pretty big deal.

Growing up with brothers was great.  I could eat more food than any of my girlfriends combined, and for one year* in high school I played rugby, where I was selected to play in the Western New York All Star Game.  At the end of the season, I won Most Improved Player.  I dedicate that trophy to my brothers, who taught me how to tackle people twice my height and three times my weight.


Cosmetically, having three brothers meant my fashion sense left much to be desired.  I wore a lot of boy hand-me downs and hemp necklaces.  I have angered many elderly woman by never brushing my hair**, and I wore sneakers to my senior prom.  Some people would call this being a “tomboy”, but I call it being “lazy.”

I left the Buffalo coop by going to SUNY Purchase College, where I studied film.  Many people have asked me what I plan to do with my degree, and I always answer them the same way- I plan to let it sit and collect dust somewhere in my room at home.  Thus far I have followed this plan perfectly.

However, studying film did teach me a lot about life.  It taught me how to appreciate cold coffee and how to make fake rocks out of styrofoam and poster board.  It also taught me how to tell a story, and how the small details of life can be poignant, metaphorical scenes for something bigger.  If you don’t understand what I mean by this just read any Calvin and Hobbes comic.

Being a part of Smiles for All has continued to help me see the small, funny moments in life as being part of something bigger.  I love turning these different moments and experiences into comedic, didactic tales, which is what I eventually find them to be anyways.  Ever since working at Smiles for All, when something embarrassing or frustrating happens to me, I think to myself, “this will be funny in 36 hours.”  And now, whenever I see something funny, playful, or mischievous, I stop to notice it, and really appreciate it and the person or people who did it. I am so proud to be a part of this celebration of people; because I have and always will love people for their humor, quirks, and stories.

So, for those of you who don’t know me yet, let this not be the last time we meet.  I hope to see you again on Smiles for All, and I hope that I can help you to laugh often, everyday!

*After that season, my parents forbid me from playing the following year.

**One elderly woman at a nursing home once told me I was going to “die alone” if I didn’t brush my hair.  So far, this seems to be a correct assumption.