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Ink drawing of smiling woman hugging frowning woman from behind, by Beth Mende Conny

Mother-daughter conversations

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’m in Panera’s. Across from me is a mother and daughter. I’m guessing the mom’s in her sixties, the daughter in her thirties. They’re talking loud enough so I can’t concentrate on my writing but soft enough […]

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Image of colorful basket of treasures from Jenna's "Out!" Campaign, by Beth Mende Conny

Jenna’s “Out!” Campaign

Note: I wrote this piece in August, 2013, about Jenna, my youngest, a few weeks before she moved into her own apartment.  Near tears. I would be in tears, but Jenna, my youngest, will be awake soon, and little girls don’t like to see mommies cry, it throws them off, scares them. But mommies do cry, and though she is still my little girl, she’s soon to be 19. She’s home for the summer and […]

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Post it saying "Get Old" attached to light switch, from Dentures-R-Us, by Beth Mende Conny

Dentures-R-Us

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! So, there I am, roaming the exhibit hall of the BlogHer conference, my complimentary canvass bag overflowing with … Actually, I don’t know what half the stuff is, other than it’s free. Exhibitors with hopeful faces keep […]

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Image of stick people holding hands on top of green mountain filled with stars, from I am Not Always Kind, by Beth Mende Conny

I am not always kind

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 not always kind. I can be grouchy and not yield to merging traffic. I don’t call my mother as often as I should and don’t always thank supermarket baggers. I kill ants and find flaws […]

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Image of thermometer from the 80/20 Principle of the Heart, by Beth Mende Conny

The 80/20 principle of the heart

Yesterday I woke with a warm heart. Do you know what I mean? You get out of bed without thinking you’re not good enough, that, yeah, you look in the mirror and your hair’s a mess and you really should exercise, but that you’re okay anyway. One of those days when you lay claim to 80 percent of yourself and say, “Not bad. I can work with this.” When I wake/feel 80 percent, I care […]

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Anita in silk strapless smoking cigar, from My Glamorous Aunt Anita, by Beth Mende Conny

My glamorous Aunt Anita

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! My wonderful and very glamorous Aunt Anita passed away on Thanksgiving day. She was in her early 80s. I couldn’t make it out to Las Vegas to say goodbye, but I wrote this letter to her, which […]

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Bright diagonal row of makeup vials from My Makeup Makeover, by Beth Mende Conny

My makeup makeover

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! So here I am  at the cosmetics store Sephora with my 20-year-old daughter, Jenna, who has brought me here to get a new look. “What’s wrong with my look?” I want to ask, but I know better because she’ll tell me. I’m […]

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Cover of Cliff's Notes for The Age of Innocence, from Into the Silence, by Beth Mende Conny

Into the silence

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! We cry out from the get-go. It is our very first act of being. We go from fluid warm darkness into a bright, sharp world filled with sounds and smells and warm hands on bodies we do […]

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Image of refrigerator covered with orderly magnet images

Not guilty

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! Guilt. To be a mother is to suffer from it. But how much suffering is enough? Take this quiz and find out. Simply the circle the responses that best apply to you. Question #1 — While shopping at […]

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Image of the common bean from Girls this is how I met your father, by Beth Mende Conny

Girls—this is how I met your father…

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! College. February. Best friend’s birthday party in a Chinese restaurant in downtown Binghamton, New York. Huge oval table and Madge is assigning seats. I see a cute guy sitting at the far end of table. I lean […]

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