One time, I almost fell off a mountain

One time, I almost fell off a mountain

I was going to save this for later this year, mostly because I just recently told a tale of Ridiculous Amy Hiking Stories (a.k.a., that time I climbed through the ceiling of a lava tube), but it keeps coming to mind and obviously wants to be told, so I figured...
I don’t mean to get personal

I don’t mean to get personal

I never blogged regularly from the start because I’m not all that big on sharing details about my family. I don’t mention the boys’ names on my blog here, and I rarely post photos of them – or their names – on Facebook, Instagram or...
Watching my family from across the room

Watching my family from across the room

We’re at grandma’s this weekend. Spring Break started when school closed for the day yesterday. The boys pulled out the chess and checkers box and roped daddy and grandma into playing with them. I was in the middle of washing dishes when the young one...
How the hell do I get this makeup off my face?

How the hell do I get this makeup off my face?

I don’t wear makeup. Never have. Well, not never, but I can count the number of times on two hands. And most of those times, it was just lipstick. I had a friend in high school who was desperate to get me to wear makeup. Honestly, I was just too lazy. If I had...
Homage to a childhood favorite

Homage to a childhood favorite

I just (literally just) found out that Beverly Cleary is still alive. And 101 years old. I read a lot of Cleary’s books when I was a girl. The Ramona Quimby series of books was wonderful. A young girl, considered a pest by her older sister (Beezus) and her...
The time I won a Judo trophy

The time I won a Judo trophy

Back in elementary and middle school, I took Judo at the local recreation center. I don’t really remember what caused me to start taking it – probably that my sister took it, so it seemed like the thing I was supposed to do. I dutifully went one night a...
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings

A trip to the moon on gossamer wings

I’ve had “Just One of Those Things” running through my head all day. I’m a huge Cole Porter fan. I have multiple songbooks of his on CD, including Ella Fitzgerald’s, which is – as far as I’m concerned – the ultimate...
Without our humanity, we are lost

Without our humanity, we are lost

Something stuck with me after the events of this week, including the tour of the National Museum of African-American History and Culture: Why is it so easy for people to strip each other of their humanity? This isn’t a new question, of course. Nor is it...