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 Emma writes about why it’s really hard for her to not bring up the formal wear store Frills and Fancies in every conversation, and also talks about her cats, duh.
In which Emma rationalizes her decision to write and post a poem a day along with her students. Publicly. No, really.
In which Emma tries something different by offering an important list.
She doesn’t even go here!
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.
Here’s the second part of the story I started last week. There are bongos in this part.
In which Emma talks about that time she went blind while driving. And then there were bongos.
In which Emma examines the mind of Graduate School Emma, who, because she didn’t appreciate Jack Gilbert, clearly had lost her mind.
In which Emma gets a goldfish, which is a Seriously Big Deal.