Category: The Girl

14 Years, 11 months, 20-Something Days

At 12:30pm on Sunday night I got a text from her: Can you please come and pick me up? I know I told you that you only had to pick me up from the movie and take me to my friend’s house, but now I realize that I don’t have any…

May Your Past Be The Sound Of Your Feet Upon The Ground

Let’s go ahead and dust off this here space here, shall we? I have itchy fingers and have been having a very hard time getting this space to work for me. It’s borked and broken, has been for months and months. Luckily, I have a very lovely ex-coworker who shares…

#GetHomeFaster {Sponsored}

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…

FOURTEEN

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…

Not Film-Worthy, Really

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…

The One Where I Question Everything I Know To Be True

Everything was fine. I was taking this whole having-a-teenager thing in stride, getting through every day waiting for the other shoe to drop. She’s been awesome, I whisper to myself in blissful surprise. She still likes me! I don’t embarrass her (unless I’m singing, which to be fair, embarrasses even…

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