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Our house smells salty and sweet. My daughter has spent the early afternoon baking a mix of vegan banana muffins (for herself) and chocolate chip banana muffins (for the rest of us) while frying what she calls 15-hour potatoes. The potato recipe is more involved than any dinner I've ever committed to making. It included... Continue Reading →
I keep a daily journal filled with stream of conscious writing -- three pages every morning (or afternoon ... sometimes right before I go to bed when my day gets away from me). It's a practice called Morning Pages from Julia Cameron's The Artist Way. I've been doing it for nearly 25 years, the same... Continue Reading →
We are vacationing on 30A this week -- a 24-mile stretch of highway along the Florida panhandle that starts just east of Destin. The first time we came down here, our daughter was two and we stayed at the same condo complex where we're staying this week. She's 15 now, almost 16. This has become... Continue Reading →
The last time I blogged was April 2. 2018 -- more than a year ago. One year, five months and 29 days to be exact. That is a long time not doing something I profess to love. Writing is my thing. It's how I make a living. It's how I hope to one day make... Continue Reading →
Here's a short story about my grandmother, Juanita, who I loved dearly. And Lent. For most of her life, my grandmother smoked Virginia Slims. She started smoking as a teenager. When I was pregnant with my first child, she told me her doctor had advised her to smoke more during both of her pregnancies. "He... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow, I will attempt to finish my second ever half marathon. I'm signed up to run the Holy Half - a 13.1 mile stretch that includes two laps around Notre Dame's campus. I feel confident enough - I've done my training. I've got plenty of layers for the cold, and my usual pre-run breakfast -... Continue Reading →
Twitter is nothing but gloom and doom tonight. Our current president is tearing down shit like he's stripping wallpaper. I don't know what to do so I'm making a list meant to: 1.) Make me feel better, and 2.) Meet my 500-words-per-day goal. Fair warning, this list is going to keep going until I see... Continue Reading →
Tonight is the worst my anxiety has been since the immediate days after the election. For a while, I was able to push it down, breath through it, ignore it. I put off my fear because Trump wasn’t actually in office yet, but now – four days in - and there is nothing that comes... Continue Reading →
It’s a weird thing, being a parent to a teenager. I was a teenager once. I was such a teenager. I had a poster of Michael Jackson on my closet door and Beastie Boys’ License to Ill and Paul’s Boutique tapes in my dual-cassette record player. I had a phone in my bedroom with a... Continue Reading →
I hit my brick wall five days before the election. It wasn't even 8:00 p.m., but already pitch black outside. With my dog's leash in one hand, and my phone in the other, I was looking down searching for a text someone said they had sent, but I never got - not paying attention to... Continue Reading →
Amy Gesenhues 