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 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 promises some rejection posts from the annual AWP Conference in Boston.
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 somehow manages to provide spoilers for her own damn blog.
In which Emma posts a lot of cat photos, even for Emma.
I’ve struggled with whether or not to post a weekly photograph post this week, just because it’s been a week of so, so very many griefs, personal and national, private and public. It’s been a week of far, far too many people, too many good and talented and hopeful people, gone. Just suddenly gone. And …
In which Emma gets all festive and glittery.
A belated but grateful photo recap.
In which Emma combines Instagram, poetry, and general misanthropy in an attempt to make the most obnoxious blog entry ever.