Author: Amy
The Ace Bandage
Last week, I had a small procedure done on my right wrist. When it was over, the doctor wrapped my wrist in an ace bandage and advised me to keep it dry. In his mind, I’m sure he meant for me to take off the bandage or wrap it in a plastic bag when I…
The Tomato Sauce Incident
Some people say that if you have trouble opening a jar, you should gently tap on the lid. Have you ever tried it? I think I had in the past, but I also combined it with running the lid under hot water, using one of those rubber no-slip grip type things, and eventually giving up…
The sky’s the limit, kid.
The doorbell rang. Dinner had arrived. Monkey ran to the door with his new Hess helicopter in one hand and an airplane in the other. “Mama? Can I show him my new helicopter?!” The delivery guy looked in and said, “Ooh, nice helicopter and plane!” as Monkey zoomed them around. “Thanks!” said Monkey, beaming. “Do…
New Year’s Eve: A Love/Hate Relationship
I hate a love/hate relationship with New Year’s Eve. I love it as a chance to start over. A clean slate. An opportunity to start eating healthier, exercising, and… well, who am I kidding, that lasts about a week. I love reflecting on the past, leaving it behind, and looking to the future. I hate…
Reflections on the Sandy Hook Elementary School Shooting
Like so many others, I am baffled, horrified, grief-stricken, and angry at the events that took place at Sandy Hook Elementary School on Friday. Tragic events like this often cause us to stop and take stock in our own lives. I did just that and realized that in the grand scheme of things: Does it…
Why We Need a Dog
I think we need a dog. I love dogs, but I don’t want a dog… not now, anyway. I don’t want to take care of a dog. I don’t want to walk a dog, feed a dog, or clean up after a dog. I JUST want a dog to clean my floor after dinner.…
Musical Beds: Adventures in Co-Sleeping
We are a co-sleeping family. It’s completely wonderful and miserable at the same time. Long gone are the days of spooning with my husband. Long gone are the days of rolling over. Long gone are the days of getting up to pee without waking everyone else in the house. I’ve seen many an image of…
My Day, Eleven Years Ago: Remembering 9/11/01
They say “Remember 09/11/01.” I remember… all too well. I remember not feeling well that Tuesday morning and wondering if I should call in sick. I remember deciding to go to work, thinking I’d probably leave early. I remember what I wore and that I didn’t like the outfit I had chosen. I remember the…
