Tonight I listened to a psychologist give a speech about gifted children. I went to learn more about my son, who is in Austin ISD's program for gifted kids, also known as the "GT" program. I smugly doubted I would learn anything I didn't already know, being the avid googler that I am. By the… Continue reading An Unexpected Gift
Category: ♥ LIFE
Gabrielle Giffords
Today a U.S. Congresswoman was shot in the head because of politics. Somehow, she is still alive, but six others are dead, including a nine-year-old girl and a judge. Everything I'm about to say has probably already been said by someone else, but still I feel compelled to say it. I feel that issues of… Continue reading Gabrielle Giffords
So Long, December, It’s Been Good to Know Ya
I've missed writing. So much so that it's midnight and I should be going to sleep, but instead I'm sitting down to write, just because it's been so long and I miss it so much. This month has nearly kicked my ass. My kids LOVED Christmas, and I have reveled in seeing all the happy… Continue reading So Long, December, It’s Been Good to Know Ya
Thanksgiving, Reborn
I imagine that as holidays go, Thanksgiving used to make a lot more sense. Back in the days of the Pilgrims, when a long and difficult winter loomed, a fall bounty must have surely inspired a spontaneous outpouring of gratitude. But these days, how many Americans experience the natural cycles of lean during the cold… Continue reading Thanksgiving, Reborn
A Room of My Own
You'd think a trip to Paris would cheer a person up. Instead, ever since we've been back, I can't shake this cloud hanging over my head. I don't even know what it is. Melancholy? Fear of death? An early mid-life crisis? And poor Austin. Ever since I first stepped off the plane at the old… Continue reading A Room of My Own
Renaissance Woman
Recently I was asked what I believe in (as in really believe in), and I was struck mute. But put God and all those tricky questions aside temporarily and I have no problem providing at least one answer: I believe in strange, unexplained coincidences that hint at a level of interconnectedness between us all that… Continue reading Renaissance Woman
A Loving Meditation
I wrote this for my husband several years ago. I must have been worried about him when I wrote it, so I'm thinking it may have been when he was laid off and we were about to have our third child. I think my plan was to read it to him while he was relaxing,… Continue reading A Loving Meditation
Respect the Husband, A Remix
A while ago I wrote a post, "Respect the Husband," about the seemingly obvious but often overlooked importance of acknowledging your mate's separateness as a unique individual. A friend recently told me the title put her off at first, conjuring up unhappy 1950s connotations à la "I promise to obey . . . ." She… Continue reading Respect the Husband, A Remix
Lessons I’ve Learned from My Husband
I thought about attempting an exhaustive list, but I think that would be an exercise in futility. Even if I could remember all the random insights I've gained from hearing my husband's often polar opposite point of view over the years, if I wrote them all down and hit publish, I know I would wake… Continue reading Lessons I’ve Learned from My Husband
Resistance Is Futile
For the past several years I've been learning (and relearning) a lesson about resisting. Specifically, to try to avoid doing it—unless someone's trying to ax your head off, of course. First there was the big lesson, the one that started it all: If your husband is cheating on you, moves out, and says he wants… Continue reading Resistance Is Futile
Respect the Husband
I've just had an idea, and now my thoughts are all swirling around like crazy in my head. I should confess that I've been told these little revelations I have several times a day are, in fact, not always as awe-worthy as I experience them to be. Bobby says my "ah ha!" moments are more… Continue reading Respect the Husband
On Valentine’s Day
This year I decided to buy myself roses for Valentine's Day. Are they not stunning? I feel the hand of my grandmother at work. Whenever it came time for gift giving, she would make sure to include herself on the list. "From Alice, To Alice," the card would read. My husband is the love of… Continue reading On Valentine’s Day
Deposed
I'm being deposed tomorrow. That sounds unpleasant, doesn't it? I expect it will be. An unfriendly lawyer asking you as many questions as she wants can't be too fun, especially when your ex-husband is the one who is paying her. This all started a few months ago when my ex-husband, Thomas, sued me two days… Continue reading Deposed
Aguas de Vida
When I grew up, our house sat overlooking a small but beautiful lake in Iowa. I have so many wonderful memories of that lake—learning to swim, dangling my feet off the end of my parents' pontoon boat, ice skating in the winter, and floating in the canoe with my dad at dusk while he read… Continue reading Aguas de Vida
Learning to Nurse
[Two years ago, while pregnant with my third child, I wrote this rambling reflection on learning to nurse, as well as a few other things that made it through my baby-focused brain filter: what it's like to be pregnant for the third time, how hard it is to learn to breastfeed, and why that first… Continue reading Learning to Nurse
Amy Daniewicz 