City Girl


Seriously, I cannot wait to attend a party in San Francisco where a stranger turns to me and asks, “So, Amy, what do you do?”

“I’m creating the new American sport.”

The stranger will 1) turn away and pursue less “creative” conversation or 2) continue with words like, “Um, really, what’s that all about?”

Many people have heard of the Adirondacks (the mountains) and Adirondacks (the chairs) but few have heard of AdironDACKING (the sport). It is my sport. I have created it. I am good at it – like Finger Crossing (the other sport I created). Pure jock, that’s me.

Just today, Mom and I were driving in the country when we spotted a guy practicing Adirondacking. He’s good!, I thought. He’s a contender. He had the drink, the reading material AND the grassy meadow.

I certainly hope he enters the next sanctioned tournament. Adirondacking – the new American sport. You heard it here.


Mr. Executive Mr. Important

photo credit: Christy Shultz

This is my brother, Dave. I just thought you should meet him. When he was little, he was very silly. As you can see, as an adult, he is way too serious. He brings good things to life!

Sweeping Under the Bunkbeds

Camp Get-a-Job, 2007. From left: Montana Knapp, Anya Kirchner

It’s almost too good to write about. Camp Get-a-Job has closed for the summer. Thank you to everyone who visited, supported, and funded our adventure and a special thanks to the campers: Montana Knapp and Anya Kirchner who had the chance to create something beautiful and took it. It was an unforgettable sweet story.

Quotes from camp:

You can clean your room or you can play Art Director and get your room ready for a photo shoot.

You have to try my Poppie’s pancakes!

Can Hans drive us home from work?

Rod is flying in!

I’ll miss you.

Pause a while


Stop and smell the roses. I’ve never had a problem doing it. I think my parents were tempted to say something like, “Amy, stop smelling the damn roses and enroll in law school!” Anyway, this was our view as we walked to town for dinner at Mise en Place.

In other bike path news…

My mother decided to pedal into town on our bike with a basket. She was wearing her gg shirt. I asked if she’d mind popping my postcards in the mail. “Not at all!” she chirped.

So off she goes, looking really cute, when something goes awry, and she drives into the pond, flips the bike, and flies head-first over the handlebars into the water. She was covered in pond scum. She still looked adorable. She’s lucky she didn’t knock herself out. I mailed the postcards anyway. The gg shirt was unharmed.