My name wasn't always Emily. At one point, I think it was Amy. No, maybe Lily. Whatever I would end up being named, it would have to end with a "Y." Why? I don't know why. You tell me why! Anyway, I have always imagined living in an art museum with some of the finest artist in the world! But, I live in an entirely different world. A world , might I add, I'm proud of. Yes, I have some pride in my life. I get that from my grandmother. But, before we go farther back, let's start with my Mother. She's my world. Yet, she's always on the run! When you're a journalist you've got to make the money, pay the bills, and admire the fascinating world around us all at one time! She gets tired, don't we all..
My mother works very hard for my needs. Of course my pets needs too! I very dearly love my grumpy cat "Catnip" and my beloved parakeet "Hippie." They are such spoiled animals! What a life tobe honest, a loving mother who works hard, a father who I stay in touch with often, yet is so far in my life, and a crazy life full of excitement and disappointment, it's all rolled into one big ball of joy.
Ever heard that one before?