Hardcover: 240 pages
Publisher: Hyperion; 1 edition (February 3, 2009)
Review Copy: Publisher
What I Thought:
I would call this a touching memoir...Amy tells us of life after the breakup, divorce, etc. You could feel the reality of her emotions coming out of her story.
It was an inspirational story of picking up yourself up, dusting yourself off, and carrying on. We must always carry on no matter what!
I connected with this one and I think many others will as well.
(I asked Amy about...A Day In Her Life!)
A Day in My Life
By Amy Dickinson
My typical day is a strange combination of the personal and the professional.
Typically, my work day starts before dawn. I go over my “Ask Amy” advice column incoming mail (several hundred e-mails each day), choosing letters to answer in my column.
By 8am, I’m usually in my car, taking a kid to school.
Then I’ll stop at a local coffee shop or drive to my little “home office,” my tiny house on Main Street of my hometown of Freeville, NY. Sunday – Wednesday I try to concentrate on writing and filing my columns for the week. I also read extensively and sneak in occasional viewings of my favorite trashy TV shows.
Lately, I’m loving the “Real Housewives” series, though I also hate it.
At lunch time, I often drive to the Queen Diner, three miles away, to meet my husband for a diner lunch. He gets the beef tips, I get a salad and then eat off his plate. Judy, our favorite waitress, brings our food and coffee. My husband is a builder and I spend some time riding around with him in his red pick up truck; I love going to job sites to see what he’s doing.
Wednesday mornings I meet my family for breakfast, also at the Queen Diner. I spend a lot of time at the Queen. I sit and talk with my mother, aunts, an occasional cousin or two, and my sister Rachel.
I travel a lot for my work, usually flying somewhere or other to give a speech or appear at a book store for a reading and signing of my book, “The Mighty Queens of Freeville.” I treasure these opportunities to meet the many women who turn out for my signings. They tell me their stories and we marvel at the parallels in our lives. We’ve all been there, through marriage and divorce, through motherhood and the burdens and joys of caring for our aging parents.
Though I love to travel, I hate to leave home. I miss the rolling, green (or frequently white with snow) hills of the Finger Lakes region of Upstate New York, where my family has lived since the 1700’s. Leaving is a familiar sensation for me. I’ve left my home, off and on, my whole life – first for college and then to New York, London, Washington, and Chicago – cities I’ve lived in and loved.
Once each month I go to Chicago to appear live on stage to tape NPR’s popular comedy quiz show, “Wait Wait, Don’t Tell Me.” Those Thursdays are special to me. I get to stretch my comedy muscles, writing gags and fake news stories. It’s a great love for me, and a wonderful tonic.
My favorite days combine visits with my mother, who recently moved to a local nursing home, with sightings of other family members around town. I dig in my garden a little bit, coaxing my flowers to bloom. My husband, Bruno, and I meet back at our farm house usually at around 6pm. He’s a great cook, and I love watching him whirl around the kitchen. We eat together as a family every night when I’m in town, and my favorite days end with our five daughters around the table, bickering, laughing, and reviewing our days. If the weather is fine, we eat on the porch and watch our neighbor’s sheep shuffle through the pastureland across from our house.
Bruno and I usually share a glass or two of wine, pet the dog, shoo the cats off the counter, and drink in our blessings, which most days seem so abundant. Bruno and I end each day with a prayer for our children, our mothers and siblings, and the fervent hope that we will remain passionately involved in these relationships.
The moon, when it is full, spills into our bedroom window. Many nights I stare and marvel at it, just before drifting off to sleep.
You can find Amy's website here.