Hi, I’m Amy, a writer, editor, and strategic storyteller, exploring and elevating everyday stories.
I’ve worked in media and higher education for nearly 20 years, encouraging students to discover and strengthen their narrative voices and focusing on connections, craft, and creativity in my work.
Here I share personal essays — stitched together scenes from my family and small adventures that become bigger than we imagined. These are the stories we can tell.
I read the letters now in a different order. LOVE, in five-year-old enthusiasm, has been written out in a word he has practiced so much more.
My son might as well be entering a unknown cave full of snakes, lizards, turtles and frogs. At least that’s what I imagine.
Much like a four-year old, it’s grown so fast that it no longer fits in the same form. There’s no other option but to completely transform as it grows up.
From the parents’ perch on the picnic side of the creek, we watch as our newly minted three-year-olds tackle the opposite hill.
This was the age of the mordors, a spectacular creature that moved in herds, usually five species at a time if we could find all of them. Sometimes, they split up for a hunt.
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