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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! For a time, my friend Sheree worked in my city, and sometimes she’d shoot me a text before her long commute home. Leaving Bethville. It always made me smile. It was a loving wave between friends, friends who saw each other too […]

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Image of gold, silver and bronze medals from Beijing Olympics

Potty training as spectator sport

Note: This post is from my earlier days as a parenting columnist. One day, I will hand it off to my daughters, to help them win the gold. My daughter has discovered a new spectator sport: watching Mommy go to the bathroom. So much for privacy, but I only have myself to blame. After all, I’m the one who opened the door of opportunity to her, so to speak. I did it because I thought […]

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Sailboat paper collage from "Feeling blue (not green)" by Beth Mende Conny

Feeling blue (not green)

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! Today I woke feeling blue. And I said to myself, “I feel blue.” And then, “Why blue?” Blue is the color of sea and sky and beloved denim. In the Feng Shui pantheon of colors, it’s at the top for promoting peace […]

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Image of brightly colored baby toys, from "The joys (ha!) of working at home," by Beth Mende Conny

The joys (ha!) of working at home

I wrote this piece years ago, when I was launching two careers: writer and mom. Both paid poorly and I had to share an office with someone who didn’t clean up after herself. Still I managed, even in the face of adversity, as this piece attests. I’m a mom who works at home. For those who think I’m being redundant — what mom doesn’t work at home? — let me be specific: I work for […]

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Wishing on a star

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 stand here in the stillness of a night not yet formed, scanning the blue for an early star, and I wish, as I’ve done since a child: Might I get my wish tonight. There’s no talk […]

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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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