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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 →
Happy New Year! 2014--can't you even imagine? Remember dancing to, "Two-thousand-zero-zero, party over, oops out of time..." and thinking 2000 was so far away? Now look where we are. The future. Also, where the hell have I been? August? Really? That was the last time I blogged? If I was sitting across from myself right... 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 →
I did it. I finished the Cradle to Grave 30k in Pisgah National Forest. It was brutal and excruciatingly difficult at times. It was wet and the course was more than just a little bumpy, sometimes proving to be almost impassable. On more than one occasion, I nearly lost a shoe sloshing through puddles of... Continue Reading →
Amy Gesenhues 