Posts from the “Me” Category


Posted on April 18, 2014

The other day I saw something on Twitter that made me angry, very, very angry. I wished that I could muster the kind of scathing post, backed up with reason and examples, that Liz Gumbinner has been known to write on things like sexism in Tech and cheap stereotypes in advertising. I couldn’t quite get myself beyond 140 characters. My whole body was shaking, but with each tweet I tried to stay even. “No wild attacks, Amanda. Stay focused,” I told myself. I’ll admit that I half hoped that someone on Twitter would join in, defend me, attack him, something. I wondered if I was sounding like Tipper Gore did when she took on the music industry. My frustration with women as set dressing…

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Posted on April 13, 2014

  Seventy inches, maybe 69, all mine hazel eyes, moody hair, constellations of freckles this upper lip that gets caught on a tooth skin that erupts in chills at the sound of a stretched cotton ball a throat that tightens and eyes that sting more often as the years pass, sometimes from joy other times not I’m getting better with not with not fair and not my problem not like others and not ready yet   The gift of these years is this my 70 inches, or maybe 69, finally fit I touch each one, rather than shrink from I know the outline and color my edges I can stay in the lines or bleed beyond the reflexive snarl of my twenties—still there but…

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New (York) State of Mind

Posted on February 18, 2014

We arrived in the city mid-afternoon Sunday. The weeks behind us pocked with deadlines, presentations, performances and snow days. The trip was for work, with client meetings sandwiching sessions on intellectual property law and grant applications—not exactly a mental vacation, but that didn’t stop me from trying to find inspiration. Snow threatened in the forecast, but Monday broke with impossibly clear skies, the buildings seeming the stretch in sun salutations, and the sun, in return, winked off windows and ice. It was a day to fall in love—with the city, life, or just maybe, myself. Sean and I slipped away to Central Park and braved the icy slopes to, as he put it, go to “the one place in this damn city that looks…

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Spirit Booster

Posted on February 15, 2014

I woke up this morning feeling the tiniest bit blue.

Ok, it was the biggest bit blue, like if you needed to put a name on the blue, it would have taken a Crayola 64-pack of just shades of blue to get even close. Sean did his best to cheer me up. Later I spent some time going through images of my life, happy times, cherished memories. It helped. It isn’t entirely cohesive, but I thought I’d share in case your sweet tooth’s cousin the happy tooth need a little scratch.


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Fresh Air

Posted on February 4, 2014

Sometimes all you need is a good walk. Since it’s 4am and I am scared of walking our neighborhood alone in the dark (woods!) I’m taking a stroll online. Here, after the weight of yesterday’s post, is pure, pre-dawn fluff. Be fanciful.   Some girls like chocolate, I like boots. Chocolate is cheaper, but boots last longer. I love shoes! This pair beckon with a promise to walk with me to an amazing place. Navy and pleats without sleeves makes me think of the breeze off the lake as the sun is setting. Date dress. If it gets chilly, look, a pretty sweater. Some leather courage? Tough girl Moto Jacket. Can you imagine these hanging over your kitchen sink? It would always feel like spring. Saturday…

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