Donate Here to Help a Writer Out. No, Really. Not Kidding.

Got your attention? Want to donate to my cause? Read this post, and then leave your best advice in the comments. Those are the kind of donations I need right now. I wish this post was about “How Aimee Got Her (Writing) Groove Back,” but it isn’t, dammit. I’ve lost my writing mojo. The sauce […]

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The Body I Once Lived In

Once upon a time I lived in a body so uncomfortable with maturing that it wore a skin-tight undershirt to bed for more than two years after outgrowing it. It held that body close and together. Once upon a time I lived in a body so skinny that it could be at the very top […]

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I Want to Write a Children’s Book

There I said it–er, typed it. Now I need to just get started. I know I want it to be a picture book. And I know I want it to be for children 2-8. I also know I want to write about my cat Izzy and her adventures. I just did some very brief research […]

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Lasts . . . and Lasts

The following is another writing exercise from my class with writer Abigail Thomas. Do you have any guesses as to the assignment? “Anyone want to place bets on how long my Stanley Steamed, freshly cleaned carpets will last? The last of the birthday ice cream cake for Jerrica, 27, and Natalie, 25. Our last teenager […]

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Why Hasn’t Aimee Been Blogging Lately? An Update.

Today, June 5: the third day of my summer vacation. Aaaah. I’m still not fully recovered from the last days of the school year with seniors—phew—but I do already miss them. Four flower beds have been weeded and planted, but not mulched yet, shoot. And another very large couple of flower beds need my attention […]

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We Can’t Just Remember, We Have to Act

As I pulled in to the parking lot of the synagogue this past Sunday, I noticed not one, but two, city police cars parked at either end. I was caught off guard, but only for a split second. Of course. Places for religious worship used to be safe havens. So were our schools. Theaters, too. […]

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Of Loves and Fears and Hates

See that creek right over there—the one beside my house? The one that’s less than ten feet away, lined with trees, and about three acres long? There are snakes there. A lot of snakes. More than I’ve ever seen in one place—besides the zoo—in all my life. And I live beside it. I am terrified […]

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The Year of Living Grandmotherly

In less than eleven months, both of my daughters have made me a grandma, Mimi, and both of them prematurely. Unfortunately, I don’t mean that I wasn’t ready. Not at all. Last May, Jerrica had Little Layla two months early (at 31 weeks) due to complications from preeclampsia, and a week ago, Natalie gave birth […]

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10 Things My Dad Taught Me about Teaching

Aaah, Mr. Fowler. My seventh and eighth grade shop teacher. (I was the only student to cut her finger on a jigsaw one of those years.) Also a high school math teacher before that. (He taught my mom when she was in high school. Sssshhhh.) And if memory serves, he was also a teacher of […]

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This Year’s Senior Project: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

I am the senior class advisor this year. The last time I was in charge, our tragi-comedy Othello, with an all male cast (shout out!), rocked the house—and not one, but two! nights in a row! Will I be able to outdo myself this year? Will the class of 2019 beat the class of 2015 […]

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