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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 →
When I was in high school, my mom got a gray Lincoln Town car. Driving it down our narrow, twisty small town roads was like trying to navigate an aircraft carrier. I remember the front hood seeming to stretch out forever, forcing me to strain my neck just to see the road in front of... Continue Reading →
My mom sent me this picture of the two of us today. She's so young here. When this photo was taken, she was probably 25 or 26, definitely younger than 30. We've always looked alike, but in this photo, I see my baby sister - especially in her eyes. Once I sent my mom a... Continue Reading →
Today started off with me taking my time once the kids were out the door. It's a holiday, but our school system is in session, making up for the one snow day so far this year. I, on the other hand, was not obligated to follow my standard Monday routine. I made my way to... Continue Reading →
This is an actual picture from my kitchen tonight. For now, let's avoid the fact that there are no vegetables on the plate, and focus on the burnt mini corn dogs. This dish was not the original meal I fixed. The first - a stir fry with broccoli and chicken - was burnt beyond eating.... Continue Reading →
That's me and my dad. The date stamped on the back of this photo reads October 1976, six months before he drowned. We're in the backyard of the house where he and my mother lived until their divorce. If the date is correct, they were already divorced when this picture was taken, or at least,... Continue Reading →
Hello 40! I'm here. Forty years and shining. I can't remember the last time I looked forward to a birthday as much as I have been looking forward to this one. To me, 40 feels like a definitive line in the sand, marking a moment in life where I take it all in...my past experiences,... Continue Reading →
Amy Gesenhues 