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Posted on November 15, 2013

I’ve been watching as so many of the people I follow on Facebook and Twitter have gotten swept up in the excitement and magic of Make-A-Wish making Gotham dreams come true in San Francisco. This kid and this city, and throngs of people, offices, and companies have rallied to help make a dream come true for all of us to see. Who hasn’t watched a movie unfold or followed a story and remembered a time when you wanted your face to appear on the jumbotron at a game, or you wanted your name called and the Homecoming crown put on your head? Maybe you wanted your parents to not get divorced or for your brother not to die. We’ve all made wishes. As we get older…

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Something in the Air

Posted on November 15, 2013

Yesterday was a day, a pretty rotten day. I tried to shake it a couple of times, but like a load of laundry that sat in the washer too long, the foul aroma would resurface and remind me that, “Yup, this day blows.” I had a lot to do so I put my head down and tried to churned through it, but honestly, everything was tainted with failure and discontent, perceived or real, it didn’t really matter. I sent an email, by all standards the request for information was innocuous request, yet it resulted in a terse response that made my cheeks flame. Then there was the email of rejection. Fun! When I tried to heat up our lunch I discovered that the microwave…

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Turning Pages

Posted on November 10, 2013

It kept surfacing, a worry that I couldn’t suppress. My thoughts were like loose threads and despite not wanting to unravel, I’d pull each one. Before long my worries flapped against me throughout the day, my drive peppered with frantic thoughts, dinner was laced with fretting, and my sleep started and ended with discontentment. “I need your help,” I said to Sean. The joke in our relationship, maybe more appropriately called a reality, is that I never ask for help. I’ve thrown out my back, pressed myself up against deadlines I can’t ever meet, and bitten off more than I could chew, gotten in over my head, you name the cliche and I’ve done it. Much to Sean’s chagrin I can often shimmy my…

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Witching Hour

Posted on October 30, 2013

“What do you think the girls will remember about their childhood,” I asked Sean. We were on the couch and I’d been staring up at the wall, remembering the story behind each piece of wood. I thought about the nights I would work on it long after the girls had gone to bed, their favorite pieces painstakingly arranged for me to install. This wall has become our mark on this house and I wondered if it would stay with the girls. “The boat,” he said without hesitation. “I think they’ll remember the boat.” He stared off; I imagined he was thinking about the different memories of Lake George, some from his own childhood. Along the wall there are shelves, I looked at one with…

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New York State of Mind

Posted on October 25, 2013

I had a former employee stop by the office this morning. He has a one year old son now and was remarking, “Amanda, I don’t know what I did with all my free time before having Julian. I mean, I certainly wasn’t productive with it. There was so much time.” We nodded and laughed, then he said, “It’s amazing. Having a kid, it just changes you forever. Changes everything.” I’d never seen him smile with such delight (unless he was mid-prank). As we hugged goodbye and promised to find a time to have the little guy visit, I felt so grateful that I’d had a sweet morning with the girls. It wasn’t harried, I didn’t feel overtired. The girls were in great moods. They…

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