I haven't written a blog post in an eternity. Luckily this is due to nothing more calamitous than it being winter, when the trees find themselves with no leaves and I apparently find myself with no words. But a canopy of yellow-green now lines the street to my daughter's school, so I too will start… Continue reading A Season of Doing Without
Author: Amy Daniewicz
I Feel Like a Blob of Dough, and It’s Not Just From Eating Too Many Cookies
I have spent yesterday and today working on my book, which feels great because I haven't written anything in something like a month. December is the worst for creativity, I've decided. It's all gobbled up by the Christmas monster. (And if you try to tell me that Christmas is not a monster, then I say… Continue reading I Feel Like a Blob of Dough, and It’s Not Just From Eating Too Many Cookies
A Rare Visit From the Wise Mommy
Parenting is a difficult job because we are supposed to mold our children (to be polite, to be considerate, to not pee on the wall). But at the same time, we are supposed to let them develop into their own unique selves. These two contradictory ideas leave me confused a good chunk of the time.
Step Over Step
A novel looms as large as Kilimanjaro, but I'm tired of being afraid, so I'm trying my best to shake off the fear.
On Dreams
Others achieve success; they are so happy; we can do it too one day; it could be us. It is so exciting! But, I thought to myself, I've heard this one before.
If You Don’t Hear From Me Soon, Send in a Search Party
There's a South Park episode in which Eric Cartman et al. get so sucked into an online video game that they end up practically leashed to their computers, shoving their faces with junk food and soaking up radiation from their monitors. The end result, before the denouement, shows them strung out from too much screen… Continue reading If You Don’t Hear From Me Soon, Send in a Search Party
New School Year, Why Are You Trying to Kill Me?
Last month it seemed as though our entire house were hitched to the back of an old John Deere, being jostled along a rutted-out gravel road, hay and sticky kids poking out the sides, with everyone thinking the ride was great fun until we got off and realized that our backs were sore from the… Continue reading New School Year, Why Are You Trying to Kill Me?
Rewriting the Questions
This article, published in Hip Mama, tells the story of the day my oldest child asked me the BIG question, and what I realized in my attempt to answer it.
A Sac, A Baby, A Spark
I am officially late. My for-the-record position is that I don't want any more kids. With my youngest recently out of the toddler stage, I am still relishing my hard-earned bits of freedom. A month ago, I triumphantly declared I had changed my last poopy diaper. My three kids can all buckle their own seat… Continue reading A Sac, A Baby, A Spark
Back to School Worrying and Other Acts of Frenzy
'Tis is the season of MUCH ACTIVITY, second only in craziness to the nightmare known as December. School has started, a milestone of which I'm sure you're aware, even if you don't have kids. (My husband dubbed last Monday "Housewives of America Day" on Facebook.) In addition to all the Back to School Shopping, there… Continue reading Back to School Worrying and Other Acts of Frenzy
Inward to Outward, Earth to Sky
Tonight I sit to write, and yet I cannot. I wait, I am ready, but the words don't come. I want to write of what has come before, the moonlit labyrinth I have walked these past few months, but everything is labored. I look for inspiration from drafts started and unfinished waiting in my blog's… Continue reading Inward to Outward, Earth to Sky
My Son, the Vegetarian Who Hates Vegetables
Tonight at bedtime, my youngest son, who is three, looked up at me with big saucer eyes over his Chick fil-A Kids Meal book and said, "Why us eat chickens?" "Why do we eat chickens?" I repeated, stalling for time. This was going to be difficult. The truth is, I have been struggling with this… Continue reading My Son, the Vegetarian Who Hates Vegetables
There’s a Bucket in My Shower
Years ago the husband of one of my best friends started bringing a bucket with him into the shower. He was thinking of his thirsty plants, or perhaps his water bill. After he toweled off, he would trot the bucket outside to his backyard and water his shrubs. I used to think he was crazy.… Continue reading There’s a Bucket in My Shower
A New Birth
A remarkable thing happened last night. Halfway through watching the behemoth four-and-a-half-hour version of The Titanic on AMC, sadness overtook me, and I waved my white remote in defeat. I had had it. It had been a cheery night of television all around, you see, as before that I watched a program on PBS about… Continue reading A New Birth
THINK v. feel
When I was young, we had a plaque hanging up in our house that said "THINK" in bold block letters. It was my dad's, and it came originally from IBM. I don't know how he got it, seeing as how he never worked for IBM; he vaguely remembers something about an antique auction. But the… Continue reading THINK v. feel
Amy Daniewicz 