Category Life
Postscript Poem
Little girl, I love you so, But you’re a crawling tornado. You’re cute – it’s true – but underneath, You have the mind of a devious thief. I found my brush in the soup pot. You put it there, you sneaky tot. What is the appeal of the commode? And why must you destroy our […]
Just Because
Little girl, I love you so, More than you will ever know. Your back, your ear, your teeth, your nose Every day, my heart just grows. I know that there will come a day When you’ll grow up and move away. But right now, in your babyhood, You’re still all mine and that is Good.
Things I Don’t Understand: The Graduate as Comedy
Back when Wee Cee was just a glimmer in her daddy’s eye, I had the idea to start a blog about all the things I, as an adult, did not understand or was incapable of doing. That blog never occurred and taking a page from the Irony Handbook, I started a pregnancy blog instead. Oh […]
Cover letters are also not so fun.
B’s job hunt continues. This basically means two things: 1, that I am not sleeping so well but the time I spend awake in bed at night is spent in prayer, which it probably should be all the time, even when things are going splendidly. Praying, meditating, and focusing on all that I already have […]
Some thoughts for Friday. Because it’s Friday already. I know, I’m shocked too.
This is another installment in the “Emily doesn’t really have a theme to her blog right now but that’s OK” series. In related news, I am enjoying my relaxed hold on blogging. Treating this space more like the diary I originally intended it to be feels right. I am, however, working on a piece on […]
The Other Side: Notes on the Ninth Month
Even though we all know that 40 weeks actually equals ten months rather than nine (or at least those of us who have actually been pregnant know this, as that last month is probably the most miserable making us acutely aware of the passage of time), I can’t help but think that Miss C has […]
I said I wouldn’t blog on Christmas.
But here I am. I think there was something about driving down Park and slowing when I approached Holy Rosary because the extra Christmas Eve traffic and their street parking required it. The gleaming golden doors caught my eye the way they always do when I’m in Memphis. A family made their way through the doors […]
Reason Eleventy Billion Why Being a Parent is Worth the Poop
Before you start reading this, put on a song you love. If you want some suggestions, there are a few selections from my soundtrack I listened to when I wrote this here, here, and here. I am not a dancer. Me not being a dancer goes hand-in-hand with me being self conscious. I feel like […]
The Waiting 