In which Emma has a dream come true and talks about it for you. AND MAKES HER SUMMARY RHYME.
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 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 combines Instagram, poetry, and general misanthropy in an attempt to make the most obnoxious blog entry ever.
In which Emma is tired and skips the intro.
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 shares some hard-learned lessons and also some pictures of stuff.
In which Emma explains why she isn’t a poet and why she has a particular attachment to hideous house-dresses.