a blogumn by Amy Robinson Today commemorates my one-year anniversary of working again at an officey-type day job.  While it’s great to keep this job in this dung-beetle fodder of an economy, I do miss my freedom.  For a year and a half prior to that monumental “first day”, I had the opportunity to work [...]

. a blogumn by Amy Robinson Sometimes, it seems like every experience I have is a huge, neon metaphor from the universe about my life. This past Sunday, one such metaphor threw itself at me in the form of the Chinatown Firecracker 5k.  There is one thing you should know before we continue into this [...]

. a blogumn by Amy Robinson What I’m about to say might sound like sacrilege to some FaN readers, and I know that it definitely will to some blogumnists; I’m seriously thinking of getting rid of our TV. I’m thinking this scandalous thought not because we never watch TV, and it’s not a resolution.  I’m [...]

. a blogumn by Amy Robinson Where do you find your muse?  My muse is waiting in the car.  She rides shotgun and spritzes magical fairy dust at me every few miles.  If I could write and drive at the same time, I would have been as prolific as Stephen King by now.  I think [...]

. A blogumn by Amy Robinson Traditional Girl Last Thursday, known to most of you as Christmas Day, I braved Santa Monica pier with my handsome husband Seen.  It was freezing.  Many of you are thinking, “Hey, lady who lives in Los Angeles… It was blizzarding here in [insert Northern/Eastern/Mountain town name here]  You don’t [...]

. A blogumn by Amy Robinson Christmas tastes like a sugar cookie made from my Mother’s special Christmas Cookie recipe.  Every year since 1963, the Henry’s have made Christmas cookies from a recipe Mom found in a December issue of Farm Wife Magazine.  She keeps the yellowing magazine zipped safely into a gallon Ziploc bag [...]

. A blogumn by Amy Robinson The consumerist push of BUY! BUY! BUY! at Christmas has always cheesed me a little.  Every year, some dufus is interviewed, camping out in front of Best Buy on Thanksgiving night saying he “doesn’t know what he wants, he just wants to SHOP tomorrow morning.”  Ah, the true meaning [...]

. A blogumn by Amy Robinson I can’t bake a pumpkin pie like my Mom’s.  I asked her for the recipe once, many years ago, hoping she’d share the family secret.  She said, “It’s on the label of the canned pumpkin.”  My Mother – the gourmet.  All the variations I’ve attempted from this little orange [...]

. A blogumn by Amy Robinson Last time you heard from me, I shared the reasons I’m no mommy.  Today, I figured I’d share my story of kid replacements.  Here is where I am at my nerdiest.  I am a crazy cat lady.  Crazy, to me means that you own more than 2 of any [...]

. A blogumn by Amy Robinson Everybody is having babies.  So many woman around me are new mommies, have the baby bump or in serious talks to get knocked up.  An originally rural gal, most of my friends started having children right out of high school.  A few girls from my class actually have kids [...]