HeyJaredAmy Rottier
Stories from a mother who writes and a writer who mothers, her own kids, her parents and her writing career.
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Contentment (opens the original)
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The greatest gift my parents gave us is the gift of feeling content. My mother said there will always be someone richer, thinner, smarter…Learn to appreciate what you have instead of always wishing for something else.My Michael turned four in 2007. I had two miscarriages before and two after my fourth baby. People started saying to me “What are YOU going to do when he goes to kindergarten?” as though I was being lazy by only raising four school aged children and keeping our household running whi
Apple Tales (opens the original)
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Those late summer days right before school started meant trips to Art’s Apple Orchard. I know now it wasn’t a very long ride, but Dad took a round about way on curvy country roads making my stomach fizz and spin. We parked in the gravel lot that was basically the front yard of the large white farmhouse where Art and his family lived.<a class="image-link image2" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4bjM!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazona
Cups with cuspated foundation (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedCERTAIN WOMEN KNOW At first it’s just a light poke like when you didn’t get the end of that plastic tabby thing that affixes the tags to a new blouse near the armpit. If you just snip from the outside you only get the paper price and one end. Inside there is still a fragment of plastic the shape of a T holding onto the thread of the seam until you turn the blouse inside out, use your bifocals to locate it then use fine motor
Smoke (opens the original)
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The Canadian wildfires made our Wisconsin air hazy and outside smelled like…family gatherings of my childhood.Back then, everyone smoked. Every adult. Except my Mom and Dad. I wondered why my parents were weird and didn’t.Mom had an ashtray on every end table in our house. After family gatherings it was my job to collect them and take them to Dad. Ashes, dead matches, stubbed out butts holding onto the lipstick of my aunts. Dad would gather it all into damp paper towels and place it in the garba
55 (opens the original)
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The tenth Fibonacci number. A master number. In Thailand it is the text abbreviation for haha! My Dad calls it the speed limit. Teresa calls it the double nickel club.I have fifteen good years left. Mom had her stroke at 70 and everything changed. My kids roll their eyes and say, “Mo-om!” I’ve always been pragmatic. I won’t live forever.I bought the Fourth Quarter of Your Life book, but it says I won’t be in my fourth quarter for five more years. I’m reading it anyway, just so I’m ready.I feel m
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