When I was a little kid and we went to the beach, I always had this strange and terrifying and utterly disorienting moment where I’d think to myself this is our first day at the beach; we have four more days at the beach, and then this vacation is over. That sentence, I now realize, …
In which I announce the fact that I’m going to be on the radio tomorrow and talk about how awful the weather is today, which may or may not also happen tomorrow on the radio.
In which Emma rationalizes her decision to write and post a poem a day along with her students. Publicly. No, really.
She doesn’t even go here!
In which Emma talks about some Seriously Exciting Things and gives so many links your head may explode with all the awesome.
In which I finally kind of finish up the whole Neurontin story. Kind of. Also I make two very important clarifications, one of which is about bongos.
In which Emma talks about that time she went blind while driving. And then there were bongos.
In which Emma wraps up her two-part year-in-review post and puts 2012, finally, to bed. Also there’s some important information about cats and hair accessories here.
In which Emma gets all festive and glittery.
In which Emma examines the mind of Graduate School Emma, who, because she didn’t appreciate Jack Gilbert, clearly had lost her mind.