Welcome to little glimpse into my life. For a nice little change since I have been back from Ireland, everything was going swimmingly. Every single person in our household slept until after 10am. Emily did not cry when she was asked to get dressed—first time since March of ’12. I…
On our long drive down to the Corus building allllll the way downtown yesterday, Emily and I discussed many things: how my music is basically torture for her, our favorite high school movies, how she doesn’t actually *want* to see ParaNorman tomorrow, but she will on account of all the…
Emily is back from camp. Her bags are unpacked, her feet are clean—finally. She is already missing camp. My life is essentially like that episode of Full House when DJ and Stephanie come home from Camp Lakota with inside jokes and stories and weird songs and they only wanted to…
