Category: bright shining spots in the very much dark
“Home Is So Sad.”
In praise of a very good mailman, and in anti-praise of a very bad set of cabinets.
There is no Frigate like Book
In which Emma rambles about reading for a while and also, of course, offers a cat photo.
It’s that time again, folks.
In which Emma offers a visual representation of the end of the semester as an explanation as to why she hasn’t been blogging lately. WARNING: TERRIFYING MIMES.
Are There Things That Are Important Beyond All This Fiddle? Or NaPoWriMo and You
In which Emma rationalizes her decision to write and post a poem a day along with her students. Publicly. No, really.