Amanda Barber

Stories, songs, and thoughts on life.

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Severe Mercy

17 October 2013

I don’t think I’ll ever understand why people go on and on about youth like it’s the most carefree part of life. Youth, especially adolescence is when you realize that life isn’t rosy, that the expectations for a good life in which you assumed that everything around the corner was a new delight waiting to happen, fall crashing to the ground.

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Book Signings and Other Hazards

10 October 2013

This was my first big week of book signings. How do I describe it? Maybe by how I felt at the end—exhausted. Humorous things happened at the book signings: Often times, people would mistake me for an employee...

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Life, Lost Liberty, and Happiness Crammed Down My Throat

03 October 2013

Ah, politics. I’ve been laughing a great deal this week. I love the dramatic headlines: “Government shutdown: Politicians squabble as World War II veterans break down memorial gates, ‘Panda Cam’ lovers cut off” or “Now What? Government shutdown to be felt across America.” What? I didn’t feel a thing. I was busy living life...

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My Bird, Cora

26 September 2013

“My neighbor gave me this bird that they bought for their six-year-old daughter. But it just wasn't working out. Do you want it?”

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Musings

28 August 2013

The thoughts of my head on this day have been troubling, to say the least. The trouble began when I logged into Facebook and noticed that it and all of social media seemed full of the misadventures of Miley Cyrus. However much I would have liked to avoid the subject, I could not. It greeted me wherever I went. The bluster, and the storm and the blogging, and Miley herself. It’s all very saddening.

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An Explanation

31 July 2013

Last week, I heard true stories about life: A bus full of kids heading home from camp overturned on the highway. A young man and his pregnant wife and the mother of one of the campers died. In that crash a father and mother were bereaved of their children and their unborn grandchild.

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