Forty-Eight

I knew that my 48th birthday yesterday was a something when it even seemed to give my father pause. I called him the day before to thank him for the gift he sent, and he mentioned my age and how the calendar on his computer had told him it was “Amy Byrnes’s 48th birthday” andRead more…

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‘How Ugly is This Guy?’: Things My Kids Ask About My Dates

“Okay, Mom,” said my 17-year-old daughter, totally out of the blue not long ago. “How ugly is this guy?” We had been lying around our den one afternoon – along with her older sister and best friend from across the street – laughing and chatting about nothing in particular, when she asked her question. IRead more…

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Always Be My Baby

One morning last week, my 21-year-old son came into the kitchen and asked if I’d help him make a cup of coffee. Now, if any of you own one of those newfangled Keurig machines, like the one I have, you know that it’s fairly simple to operate. You open the doohickey and stick the plasticRead more…

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Who Would Play Your Mom In The Movie Version Of Your Life?

I am a world-class procrastinator. Really, don’t even try to compete with me. You won’t stand a chance. I’m awesome at rationalizing why I should fold the laundry and make my bed and wipe the kitchen counters before sitting down to write. And chronic indecisiveness often results in a stack of papers collecting in a giantRead more…

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Full Nest Syndrome

Lately, I’ve taken to sitting at the head of the big pine table in my kitchen to write, my black-and-white slipcovered chair backed into the bay window that bumps out that back corner of the room. Outside the window over my left shoulder, there’s a tremendous amount of chattering these days coming from the finchesRead more…

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The Day I Went South

The following is based on actual events.  This. Totally. Fucking. Happened.  Let me begin by issuing a disclaimer: I have never purported here to be particularly smart. And while I often seem to by trying to prove quite the opposite in the stories I share on my blog, hopefully I come off – at theRead more…

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