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Picture of Beth covering her mouth from Will juicing kill me? By Beth Mende Conny

Will juicing kill me?

I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! Inspired by friends, I have decided to start juicing. They claim all sorts of health benefits — better sleep and digestion, improvement to the hair, skin and nails. And what an energy boost! They can now leap tall buildings in a single […]

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I learn the facts of life, by Beth Mende Conny

I learn the facts of life

I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! I am 10-years-old. My friend Laura asks, “Do you know where babies come from?” I don’t like her tone; it is more of a taunt. Laura is as close to being a woman of the world as […]

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Stinky comets and impatient cashiers, by Beth Mende Conny

Stinky comets and impatient cashiers

I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! After 23 years of wind and ants brazenly entering our home, Joe and I decide to replace the back door. We make the long-awaited decision over breakfast and map out the route we will take around Frederick […]

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Why you should deviate, from Beth Mende Conny

Why you should deviate

My husband and I are making a cake. Open before us is the bible for lost souls: the Joy of Cooking. Across the countertop are the requisite ingredients (flour, sugar, baking soda and powder, eggs and salt) and various implements of destruction (measuring cups and spoons). The Joy (ha!) of Cooking makes clear the precise measurements and order of ingredients. It states, “Deviation brings disaster.”

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Sisterly bonds and the mountain miracle

I’ve got two kids, both girls, and they’re nearly eight years apart. Given their age difference, there’s little they have in common, save fighting, which they do often, most especially when our family’s on vacation and they’re forced into each other’s company. Each year, I swear I’ll never go anywhere with them again. But fool that I am, I do it anyway.

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Is youth wasted on the young?

Is youth wasted on the young?

They say youth is wasted on the young. How silly. You can’t waste what you don’t know you have: the Present. You merely live it. But we who are older and oh so much wiser, look back — or is it look down? — on the young and tsk, tsk. We see opportunities lost, the seeds of poor decisions planted in shallow ground.

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