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I listened to the song "Laid" by James nonstop during my junior year at Auburn. It was released in 1993 - I was home from college most of that year due to a bad case of bulimia, living with my aunt and uncle who already had two teenage girls and a grade schooler. I don't... Continue Reading →
Tonight's a bust. I've used up all my umph, and have nothing saved to tell any stories. It's already quarter after eleven. How did that get here so quickly? We woke. We had our coffee. We fed the kids. We worked. He got home. I ran. We fed the kids some more. And then, it... Continue Reading →
Turns out, March is a long month. Maybe it's because it follows such a short month. Or, maybe it's the indecisive weather pattern unable to make up its mind - does it want to stay cold? Snow? Rain? Let the sun shine? Of course, it could be because this is the month I decided to... Continue Reading →
Today I ran 9.01 miles. This is the farthest I have ever run. Ever. To make the nine miles feel less like nine miles, I divided the run into two loops - one three-mile loop that I do all the time, and one six-mile loop, that I've done before, but not after already doing three.... Continue Reading →
Tonight my daughter had a sleep over and our six year old had us all to himself. So we played Life - his choice. It's been awhile since either my husband or I have played, and the rules were missing from the box (imagine that). My take: "Just spin, we'll figure it out." My husband's... Continue Reading →
Today while working at the coffee shop, Emmy Lou Harris and Mark Knopfler's song This is us started playing on my Pandora station, making me all teary-eyed-goofy-happy thinking about my husband. We are floating towards our 19th anniversary in September. It's taken a long time to feel like we know what we're doing - and... Continue Reading →
I want to sleep. Sometimes, I want to sleep so badly, I can do nothing but stand with my eyes closed and imagine falling asleep right where I am. Often, I am in the produce section, picking up apples, searching for ones without bruises. Or, staring at an endless shelf of clothes detergent at Target... Continue Reading →
For a number of years, my morning commute included a drive across the Ohio River headed east on interstate 64 to the Grinstead exit just outside of downtown Louisville. I'd drive up Cherokee Parkway to Longest Avenue where I would stop for my daily Heine Brothers' coffee and a walk through Carmichael's Bookstore. 64 to... Continue Reading →
So far during this daily blogging commitment, I've published two posts after midnight. The first one made me feel like I had tainted the accomplishment, lessening it. By the second one, I had justified the lateness of the post, rethinking "daily" to fit my day - not the one that ends at midnight. That's the... Continue Reading →
Tonight, I'm putting on my most purple threads and opening my heart to all that is his highness. So, until tomorrow, put your hands in the air yo... https://youtu.be/jF49nZ1ydJg?t=2m52s
Amy Gesenhues 