Writing With Abandon

Reflections and ramblings about life as an educator, writer, reader, knitter, and over-thinker. Trying to do the writing only I can do.

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I’m Amy. A born and raised New Yorker, currently living in Miami. Here to reflect on my experiences as an educator and learner, working things out as I write.

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  • Toilet Trees

    “I still need to paaaaack,” I say. We’re sitting at a table at Books & Books. The waiter has finally taken our order and I’m hangry. V is coloring a blue bed on the paper we brought from home. “You still have tomorrow though,” P says. “Yeah, but I work, and I don’t want to…

  • Friend Family

    Starting the morning with so much gratitude. Even though last night’s wine makes me feel groggier than I would have liked, kept me from sleeping in later than I would have wanted. An unreal balcony, like a whole separate room, seemingly custom-built for this couple. A delicious dinner, barbecued with care by Jason. A table…

  • The Hour Before Writing Group

    Ana sends the message to our Slicers WhatsApp chat on Wednesday: “Hi slicers, I’m hosting tomorrow’s writing group on Zoom. If you feel like writing together, I’d love to have you!” The last and only other time I came to the Thursday writing group was on a Thursday that I worked late and was super…

  • Soft-Boiled Goodness

    When I read Consuelo’s slice, The Egg Thingy, I knew I’d already been influenced. An easy, no-clean method for perfect-every-time soft-boiled, medium-boiled, and hard-boiled eggs? Sign me up. And they even made a smaller version. Perfect. I ordered it last Saturday and it arrived Sunday morning, just in time for breakfast. I was so excited…

  • What’s On My Fridge

    Last Friday, at our slicers meet up, Caro greeted me with a hug and told me that morning, while she made her coffee, her eyes lit upon a card I’d written her last year that she now has on her fridge. Later in the evening, when discussing the ever popular topic of “what to slice…

  • Dust

    The sun rises every morning and shines its orange-pink light through our apartment windows, illuminating the room and everything in it. It lights up the dust that seems to settle on every surface and float in every pocket of air I glance at. I dusted and wet sprayed the apartment this Sunday. P swiffered, vacuumed,…

  • Phoebe’s Famous Boat and the Juice Palace

    “Can I borrow Phoebe’s bed?” V asks me, walking into our room as I finish folding the clothes from the drying rack. “Sure!” I say. I think she’s just going to pick it up, but she hesitates and lays down in it. “Do you fit in it?” I walk around the bed to see that…

  • Book Club

    Today we had our monthly book club. I was originally going to write about how I got influenced by Con’s slice, “The Egg Thingy,” but I’m so filled up after book club that I’ve just been sitting here on my balcony, staring at the blank page on my Jetpack app, basking in that feeling. I’ve…

  • On the 2nd Day of Spring

    I wake up (a little) later — anything with the digit 7 or above makes me happy. We go out for breakfast at Tinta y Café. I order the breakfast sandwich with egg, cheese, guava jam, and ham, and a fresh-squeezed OJ. W We make a grocery list and I eat half of my sandwich.…

  • An All-Over-The-Place Slice About My Hair

    Over winter break, I was scrambling to figure out where to cut my hair and how much to cut off. My hairdresser that I’ve used for the last few years was on maternity leave, and my hair was getting way too long. No spring in its step. Flattening easily. Taking forever to dry. I’ve had…