Amanda Magee

The other day I heard a ping on my phone. Sean had texted me a photo of Finley and me from a wedding. I immediately remembered the moment, she’d been invited to be a flower girl, but in the chu...

https://www.amandamagee.com/2018/06/why-dont-we-take-a-walk/

Friday into Saturday I was in a funk. I tried to push through, moving from one thing to the next like I could outrun it. The funk clung. Sean knows me, recognizes these lows after 18 years toget...

https://www.amandamagee.com/2017/03/start-new/

  Our arrival to the next phase has been an exercise in time bending. My friend Lindsey Mead often says, “Years are minutes,” which to me is breathtaking in its truth. I can still feel the ...

https://www.amandamagee.com/2017/03/one-day-more/

I remember reading the newspaper headline about River Phoenix. I never once thought, “This took too long for me to find out.” As the idols of my youth die and friends post about broken bones ...

https://www.amandamagee.com/2016/12/dying-carrie-fisher/

“Do you even know what I wore to bed last night?’ The question made contact like a right hook. Finley and I were waiting for the bus in a driving rain. I’d worked late the night before and,...

https://www.amandamagee.com/2016/02/love-doubt-and-guilt-dance-on-the-head-of-a-pin/

I can’t remember if I ever shared the story of the time we bundled the girls up and ventured out in the wee-est hours of the morning to hike a mountain so that we could film dawn breaking over...

https://www.amandamagee.com/2016/01/that-time-we-chased-the-dawn/

“So, is it hard? Do you want to cry when you put us on the bus?” her face was titled against the car window toward where the bus would eventually emerge. Her tone was mostly kidding, with the...

https://www.amandamagee.com/2015/07/is-it-harder-being-an-adult-than-a-kid/

Saturday we took the girls to a day-long concert. I imagined that it would be an amazing, magical experience, and it was. The only thing is that the magic I’d been chasing didn’t happen until...

https://www.amandamagee.com/2015/06/a-new-gauge-for-perfection/

The month of May has been a whirlwind, bookended by Finley’s birthday at the end of April and a flurry of deadlines at the end of May. I can’t quite come to terms with summer being so soon up...

https://www.amandamagee.com/2015/05/right-this-minute-2/

Last summer we visited a farm in Yakima. There were goats and cows, geese, chickens, horses, ponies, bunnies and quail. The girls poked about completely undeterred by the smell or the heat. Fi...

https://www.amandamagee.com/2015/01/control/