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Category Archives: identity

My Story & The Sisterhood of Significance

I woke at 5:07 a.m. on Friday, December 16, 2016. Within a couple minutes of waking, I felt a tingle rush down my left arm. This wasn’t your average “my arm fell asleep” kind of tingle. It was different. Significant. I’d been feeling tiny pains in my heart on and off since February 2014, the night before I…

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  • Amanda McLoughlinMarch 15, 2017 - 1:56 pm

    Thank you for sharing your story.  As someone who suffers with anxiety, I know panic attacks can be extremely scary.  I’m glad you are doing better!ReplyCancel

    • AmyMarch 17, 2017 - 8:56 am

      So glad you could relate to the post, Amanda. Thank you for your well wishes. I am feeling a LOT better than I did in December. Have a fantastic weekend!ReplyCancel

  • RaquelMarch 8, 2017 - 1:20 pm

    Love the honesty and transparency you are writing about. Cannot wait to read more. Sidenote: I have a gift card to your friend’s spa that I cannot wait to use!ReplyCancel

    • AmyMarch 17, 2017 - 8:54 am

      Thank you, Raquel. Oh my goodness! You are going to love the spa!!!ReplyCancel

An Invitation to Sit With the King

One year ago today, I boarded a plane to Kenya, Africa. I always dreamed of serving in Africa. I always knew I’d go someday. But I never, ever dreamed it would be so soon. You see, it wasn’t my choosing as to when, how, where, or with whom I’d travel to Africa. One random weekday…

What I Learned From Writing Someone’s Obituary

He called me first. I was on the phone with my husband, so I wasn’t able to answer. Then I received a text. Having received a phone call and text within seconds of each other, I knew the message was urgent and required a prompt and personal response on my part. My husband suggested I hang…

I Am Woman

I am woman. Born from my mother’s womb. Bloody. Bruised. Breathing, bright and beautiful. Still in pain, her belly barren, Mama bowed low and bestowed upon me all names I’d ever need. Precious. Princess. Queen. Diva. Beautiful. Beloved Daughter. Born to bring light and life, dignity and strength, elegance and grace. I am woman. Yes. I am woman….

I Didn’t Dream Big Enough

Before I left for my trip to Haiti in February 2014, I grabbed the ridiculously overpriced “Penny For Your Thoughts” journal my husband received at work somewhere along the way. We’d kept it safe in its original packaging on a shelf in our entryway closet for months. Perhaps we’d donate it to a silent auction. Perhaps we’d give it as…