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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 →
Now that my career is in place, it is time to focus on another area of life. My thighs. In a few months I will be 40. I have a vision of 40. Fulfilled in work. Happy in family. Strong. Healthy. For the most part my health is good, but there has been something remiss... Continue Reading →
Monday was the first day of my new job--I mean career--job sounds so what I was doing before what I'm doing now. I entered the kitchen to find my husband staring at our coffee pot like it had lied to him. "It's dead," he said without looking up. Mr. Coffee had died on my very... Continue Reading →
Today was my first Monday working as a full-time writer from home. I'm here. I did it. (If I sound as if I'm standing atop a mountain, it's because that is how I feel.) My uncle asked me yesterday if I knew when I wanted to be a writer. "That is the earliest memory I... Continue Reading →
Amy Gesenhues 