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About me - Emma Riley Sutton

My friends call me "The Queen of Useless Information;" if you need any information about something that doesn't matter, ask me. I absorb strange facts and trivia. I am not sure how or why I acquired this unusual skill, but I am proud of it.

I earned two B.A.s,

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Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: The decision to homeschool: 1 of 46
The decision to home school our daughter was made long before she was born. It started for the basic reasons. Public school is no place for children and many private schools in our area have turned into reform schools. We wanted more control over what she was taught and the pace in which it was taught. We wanted to be able to... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Funerals: 1 of 38
I was there. I saw it. I still don't believe it. My best friend's mother had passed away. My friend was a practical joker and a big movie buff, so after a bit I knew I had to be an unaware extra in a remake of a Monty Python movie. That is the only way all of this, any of this, could have happened. Well, Murphy could have bee... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Pets as part of the family: 2 of 67
Pets? What are pets? I have "non-human family members." Some have fur, some have feathers, and some even have quills. I am not familiar with the term "pets." Could I have pets and just not know it? I don't think so. Certainly I would know who and what is living with me. At least I hope I would. This is so confusing. Maybe if ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wicked: 5 of 99
Fruit loops decorateThe dining room floor.Little hands cleanSweep and mop.Battered and bruisedI stay home from school.Bald spots bleedingHair between his fingers.Chuckles and laughsHe goes off to work.Engine roarsTires screech.Pink on the wallsBlood on the floor.Lace in the curtainsHope out the window.Covers crawled in betwee... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: How my husband makes me happy: 1 of 19
My husband makes me happy just about everyday. The days he doesn't make me happy, I remind myself of how he has made me happy before and that, in turn, makes me happy. I could gush and goo about all the love notes he leaves and the wonderful daughter he helped create. I could ramble on and on about his smile and his eyes and ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: My experience with fostering animals: 1 of 14
"Welcome to my zoo," I called out cheerfully as I opened the front door.My date walked in and tried to act as if everything was normal. I knew my home was far from normal. I was hoping he knew that, too. "You weren't joking," he said, looking around my living room. "Is this legal?"I got that question quite a bit from first-ti... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Outdoor wedding horror stories: 1 of 14
I was the maid of honor and it was my responsibility (and my privilege) to make sure everything went as planned. I took this very seriously. As a part-time wedding coordinator and best friend for 20 plus years to the bride, I had to make sure this wedding, above all other weddings, was perfect. Perfection is impossible. Ring ... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: My first car: 4 of 50
Most of my classmates in high school had daddy's money to buy a car with. They drove Mustangs and Corvettes, Cadillacs and BMWs. In my household, trickle down economics did not apply; daddy's money stopped short of me, the low branch on the family tree.I was on the top of my grandfather's list, though. I was the queen of his ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Learning to play violin as a child: 1 of 12
"Sugar and I had a talk today," my mom told me one day after school. "She loves you and wants you to be happy. She just can't take it anymore. She said she was going to move away if you kept playing to violin."Thank God for Sugar! I wanted so much to learn to play the violin, but I couldn't do it anymore. After one year of pr... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: My hometown: 4 of 41
I am from Creeks Bend. No one has ever heard of it, except for the 38 people who live there. There is an intersection, but no stop sign or flashing lights. We have a post office, grocery store, and a Dairy Prince, all in the same building. Of course, there is the school. Most of the residents of Creeks Bend are teachers, livi... More..