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 somehow manages to provide spoilers for her own damn blog.
In which Emma announces her intentions to (finally) (maybe) actually get organized and then posts a bunch of pictures of her cats sleeping and looking at things with scorn.
In which Emma makes the huge confession that she likes to take pictures, and not just with words. Shhhh.
In which Emma explores The Journal of Seven-Year-Old Emily Bolden and unearths another moment in The Life and Times of Mr./Ms. Turkey.
In which Emma examines her life-long battle with telling way, way too much.
In which Emma does some heavy thinking and then shows some pictures.
In which Emma announces two upcoming and totally exciting events.
“Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!”
In which Emma writes a kinda cheesy entry but talks about people wailing on their guitars, too.