Emily and her friend Samara are the perfect best friends. They are alike in so many ways, and different in so many as well. They shared a scene last night in their Wizard of Oz production; a scene I had seen them practice in our living room—and in Samara’s—about a…
This week is weird. That’s really the only way to describe it. And the rain certainly hasn’t helped matters; rain rarely ever does. It’s fitting, though. The first week I started my job at Canadian Family, it rained the entire week. I remember coming home on, I think, day 3,…
“Mama. Now you have to trim the dome.” “Um. WHAT?” “You know, before we ice the cake. We have to trime the dome, to even it all out. Otherwise, our cake will be totally lopsided.” “It’s called what, Isabella? Trimming the who?” “The DOME. God, Mama, aren’t you listening?” “I’m…
