The Day I Jumped Over a Table

  People tell me all the time how brave I am. Sometimes, I believe it. I have to, otherwise I am not able to find the stamina to push through the day. It becomes a rallying cry, a motivator to keep me busy and moving. Otherwise, I am stalled and overwhelmed, and not even the simplest of tasks are accomplished…. Read more »

The Day He Taught Me To Play

amy   March 23, 2017   Comments Off on The Day He Taught Me To Play

  I like to volunteer. It gives me a sense of satisfaction, a direct course of action, and a frame of reference. Lately I have joined a couple of new causes, and defining my roles with them is an ongoing process. One day last week, my to-do list was long, and each undertaking had a specific window of time for… Read more »

The Day I Wasn’t a Woman

amy   March 9, 2017   Comments Off on The Day I Wasn’t a Woman

  It is difficult to feel like a woman when the body parts that you expect to define womanhood are missing. Even though I recently turned 40, I haven’t been in the feminine hygiene aisle at Target for a few years now (unless I’m cutting through to get from the lotion to the pens and pencils.)  I smile politely at… Read more »

The Day I Wanted to Play

amy   March 2, 2017   Comments Off on The Day I Wanted to Play

At some point, before I turned 40, I mentioned in my parents’ presence that I wanted a mandolin. My mother’s grandfather played one, and while I had never met him, folk music feels like a thread to my Italian roots. My parents ordered me a beautiful instrument, excited to fulfill a wish I had mentioned only casually to them. They… Read more »

The Day He Liked Me

amy   February 16, 2017   Comments Off on The Day He Liked Me

  There was once a college girl who threw a house party with her roommates. Early on in the evening, the front door opened and a guy entered with a few of his friends. He smiled at her as he stood on the landing, and she looked down at him from the top of the staircase. As they gazed into… Read more »

The Day I Glued Stickers to a T-Shirt…Again

amy   February 9, 2017   Comments Off on The Day I Glued Stickers to a T-Shirt…Again

There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for the teachers at my kids’ schools. I’ve covered over 60 cereal boxes with red construction paper for Valentine’s Day mailboxes. I’ve spent hours shelving books in the student library. I’ve scoured the internet for classroom party games that meet a narrow field of expectations. I’ve even spent entire days outside to supervise Field… Read more »

The Day Grandmom Smacked My Head

amy   January 26, 2017   Comments Off on The Day Grandmom Smacked My Head

In certain circles, my mouthiness is the stuff of lore, and I’m known to be short-tempered, too. There was the time I was behind the wheel as a student at Penn State with a friend in the passenger’s seat. Mounds of snow were everywhere, and the parking lot was slick with ice. As I carefully backed my brown Dodge Colt… Read more »

The Day I Kissed Off My 30s

amy   January 12, 2017   Comments Off on The Day I Kissed Off My 30s

The other day this showed up in my mailbox: I have no idea where it came from or why it found its way to me. The only magazine I have a subscription to is Time, and we have been going steady since I was a Freshman in college. I tried Better Homes & Gardens and Country Living during my 20s as… Read more »

The Day I Got Angry

amy   January 5, 2017   7 Comments on The Day I Got Angry

Since I was diagnosed with breast cancer three years ago, I’d like to think I’ve been a good sport about it. From finding the lump, to diagnosis, to genetic testing, and then surgeries and treatment, I have rolled with it. I’ve likened my changing body to Mrs. Doubtfire, dueling banjos, and a Vegan diet. I’ve laughed my way through new… Read more »

The Day Holiday Chaos Took Over

I’m a lady with a plan. Well, it used to be that way before breast cancer and BRCA2. Now I’m more like a lady with a daily planner…and a note-taking app on her phone…and a chunky cube of obnoxiously-neon Post-It Notes…and alarms set to go off frequently… I like to have my ducks in a row, an outline of the… Read more »