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…
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 béchamel sauce. Mostly, though, my positive culinary experiences are due to the result of good timing, a good sense of humor, and good adaptability…
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…
