Hi! I'm Emily. I teach English composition, American literature, and creative writing for my alma mater - a dream come true. Writing, reading, and talking about books and literature are my favorite things to do. If we have this in common, I'd love to make your acquaintance.
"Maybelle could not see over the feathered ears of the owl in her lap. It was a plastic owl, and the huge, painted-on eyes made yellow spots in her vision as she had no choice but to stare into them. She had never seen one of those up close before, and there was a lot she could have noticed about it if she hadn’t been so preoccupied by the fact that it was stolen."