I am Amy. I am a wife, mother, friend, daughter, sister, runner, home cook, writer, photographer, and, at times, a blogger. These are the things that define me. I have been married to my best friend for 16 years. While I have an education and significant work experience, I have been working in the trenches raising boys for the 12 years. My boys are: Marley (11), Brodie (10), Cale (7), and Perry (4). We share our home with our dogs Dink and Sadie, our cat Hobbes, and our bearded dragon Ziggy. Although Matt and I grew up together in Pittsburgh, PA and had 2 babies in the plains of Illinois, we now reside in beautiful Boise, Idaho.
I began running 6 years ago. Before that I couldn’t run a mile. One day as I plugged away on the elliptical I saw a girl running on the treadmill. So free. So effortless. So fluid. That’s what I wanted. So I began. I ran and I ran. Somewhere in all those miles I found a part of myself. A part that I don’t know how I ever lived without. Now I run and I run freely, effortlessly, fluidly …at least some days.
Food is awesome. I have had a complicated relationship with it, but in the end we have worked it out. My mom and dad were both great home cooks. I inherited that zeal to create in the kitchen. I enjoy making things from scratch. By learning the science behind cooking and baking, my abilities have grown tremendously. It allows me to experiment with recipes. Mostly that results in changing the traditional dish to a healthier, but hopefully just as tasty, one.
Photography. It is my most challenging and rewarding creative outlet. I never feel my art is good enough. I am always looking to improve, push myself, become more technically savvy, more adventurous, more open, more honest in my art. I feel like I could never master this part of me. That’s challenging and intriguing.
If I have a quiet moment I often will sit and write. Poetry has always been a passion of mine. I can remember writing a snowman poem in second grade that impressed my dad so much. I started writing then and never really stopped. This passion grew even further in college. There was a day when I sat in my Psychology of the Justice System and watched an interview of a girl who had been raped. The point was to study the dynamics of the police, the victim, the perpetrator, the lawyer, etc… But I identified with this girl. I took on her pain and wrote a poem about it. I had never been raped, but it was at that moment that I realized, writing doesn’t always have to reflect only my experiences. Just as reading could take me to new worlds, so could writing.
Blogging has come and gone in the 7 years since I started this blog. I blog to record my life. Sometimes that life gets in the way. However, I am still committed to documenting the days and experiences I share with my boys. It is to provide them a glimpse of who I am, what we did, and how I experienced their childhood. I want to leave them with some account of our family and of me. This is my humble attempt.