Here’s the thing about being a working mom. (Or being a mom of any kind. Or being a person of any kind) Hours, minutes, seconds are extremely important. I try to spend as few minutes of my day getting to and from places because frankly I’d rather spend those minutes…
2001 2002 2003 2004 2005 2006 2007 2008 2009 2010 2011 2012 2013 2014 2015 Sure, there are eyerolls and the occasional arm crossing and whines and door slamming and “you’re the worst”ing and sighs over science projects and drama because you are fourteen. But mostly there are smiles…
A long time ago, when Miss Emily was just a wee little thing, we received a giant video camera as a gift. Back in 2001—in the technological olden days—when we didn’t have iphones or affordable digital cameras, I would click, click, click my way through a 24-photo roll of film…
