6 Things My Grown-up Self Would (Gently) Tell My Childhood Self
Follow me When I was in high school, I picked up the nickname “AmyCakes.” I think it was my art teacher, Mr. Meyers, who started calling me this, and I…
Read moreFollow me When I was in high school, I picked up the nickname “AmyCakes.” I think it was my art teacher, Mr. Meyers, who started calling me this, and I…
Read moreFollow me First of all, here’s a poem by one of my very favorite poets: “A New Potato” “This is just one of the leathery eggs the scuffed-up, dirty turtle…
Read moreFollow me I noticed, with dismay, the other day that my flock of about fifty hens was starting to look a little bedraggled. A couple of them had bloody spots…
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Follow me Waffle Night. My family loves it! If we haven’t had waffles in a good while, my daughter Amalia will offer to make them, knowing that if I get…
Read moreFollow me Deer-hunting is patient work. As I followed my brother through the pitch-black woods, tippy-toeing through the leaves and sticks, scrambling over dead logs, carefully watching the beam…
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