Category: The Girl

The Tiny Mouse and Trashy Ear Candy

We’ve taken to calling Emily Tiny Mouse. It’s just one of those sticky things, the same way Isabella became Bootsie years and years ago and I can’t actually remember the last time I called her anything but Bootsie and when I hear others refer to her as Bella or even…

Edge of Sixteen

I don’t claim to be a master in the kitchen. (A master chef, if you will). I can hold my own, and I make a mean b├ęchamel sauce. Mostly, though, my positive culinary experiences are due to the result of good timing, a good sense of humor, and good adaptability…

I Bet Norman Bates Didn’t Have To Take Tri-Sci

We all laughed when Emily took the “What career am I best suited for?” test at school and her results told her she’d make a fine upholsterer or taxidermist. “Pollster?” I said, almost mildly hopeful. “No Mama, you know, someone who covers couches.” “Dream big, my love. Dream big!” Not…