InAge of EmpathybyAmanda Kay OaksAs A Kid, I Was Obsessed With a Poem from the 1800s“The Lady of Shalott” was kind of my everything in middle schoolAug 15, 202313Aug 15, 202313
InMuddyUmbyAmanda Kay OaksLocal Woman is Very TiredRefers to self as “local woman” which is concerningAug 24, 20232Aug 24, 20232
Amanda Kay OaksThe Grocery Store is My Happy PlaceCan errand time be “me time”?Jul 31, 2023Jul 31, 2023
InFanfarebyAmanda Kay OaksWatching Fruits Basket (2019) Healed My Inner ChildRevisiting the stories of my youth, but this time, with a satisfying endingJul 27, 20235Jul 27, 20235
InAge of EmpathybyAmanda Kay OaksThis Story is Not About a PlateAt least, it’s not JUST about the plateMay 23, 202329May 23, 202329
InRunner's LifebyAmanda Kay OaksI Signed Up for a Half Marathon. Then, I Stopped RunningMy relationship with running has gotten… complicatedMay 16, 20233May 16, 20233
InAge of EmpathybyAmanda Kay OaksI Resisted this Label, Even Though It’s a Huge Part of Who I AmLabels can help us find community and affirmation, but they’re also… complicatedMay 12, 20234May 12, 20234
InAge of EmpathybyAmanda Kay OaksThe Birds Outside My Window Are My New Favorite ShowDispatches from country living, or how my birdwatching years came earlyApr 6, 20236Apr 6, 20236
Amanda Kay OaksA Wind Storm Knocked Our Power Out For Three DaysAdventures in homeownership, the sequelMar 7, 20234Mar 7, 20234
Amanda Kay OaksHigh School Was a Weird TimeMy responses to the “high school days” prompt because I couldn’t resistMar 3, 20238Mar 3, 20238
InAge of EmpathybyAmanda Kay OaksOwning a Home is Changing MeWe’ve been here a week, and… who am I?Feb 24, 20235Feb 24, 20235
InAge of EmpathybyAmanda Kay OaksMall Walking in My White Tennis ShoesPacing these familiar halls brought unexpected nostalgiaFeb 14, 20237Feb 14, 20237
InThe MemoiristbyAmanda Kay OaksMy First Valentine Love Bombed Me Before It Was CoolHigh school is tough. Love is tougherFeb 9, 20233Feb 9, 20233
InAge of EmpathybyAmanda Kay OaksWinter Dog Walks Forced Me To Make Peace with The SeasonI don’t get along with winter, but I’ve learned to live with itFeb 6, 20236Feb 6, 20236
Amanda Kay OaksSailor Moon Made Me a Morning PersonThe early morning TV habit that led to a lifetime of waking up earlyFeb 2, 2023Feb 2, 2023
InFanfarebyAmanda Kay OaksOnly Murderers in My NeighborhoodI know not to watch murder shows while my husband is gone, and yet…Jan 27, 20239Jan 27, 20239
InAge of EmpathybyAmanda Kay OaksIf Change is the Only Constant, How Am I Still So Bad At It?2023 is shaping up to be one massive shiftJan 14, 202316Jan 14, 202316
Amanda Kay OaksMy Life in Pizza, in Honor of National Pizza Week6 slices of life featuring slices of ‘zaJan 10, 20234Jan 10, 20234
InAge of EmpathybyAmanda Kay OaksSomeone Went on a Target Shopping Spree with My Credit CardsThey spent exactly $1000 — three times — and I have questionsJan 5, 20235Jan 5, 20235
InInvisible IllnessbyAmanda Kay OaksThe Truth Is, I’ve Always Been a Bit Chronically IllMy first chronic illness has been around so long, I couldn’t really see itNov 19, 20225Nov 19, 20225