I AM PROTECTIVE

I Am Protective
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Amy Wright

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Musings on Marriage

I’ve messed up my share of things during the nearly five decades of my life. But for the past 19 years, I’ve been fortunate enough to have — with the help of my amazing spouse — created quite a wonderful marriage. I started by marrying a really great person, and together, we’ve taught each other how to be excellent partners. And while I’d never be so brazen as to offer real “advice,” here are a few things that have contributed to the success of our union: Show you care in small ways. My husband doesn’t give me diamonds. I’ve never woken up to a car with a bow on it in my driveway. And he’s never filled a room with flowers for me. But he unloads the dishwasher. He puts away the laundry. He knows I like the bed made, so he makes it. I know that today, in the…

Celebrating the Craziness that is College Football

My birthday was on a Thursday this year. And folks all over the country were celebrating. Not because I turned 49, but because it was the first day of college football season. I’m not exaggerating. I promise, as I scrolled through my Facebook news feed, the number of birthday wishes I received were equaled to or surpassed by the number of people who were marking the beginning of the holy season in the Southeast. There were numerous small businesses shutting down mid-afternoon and bringing in bar-b-que to mark the day they’d been waiting months for. People were leaving work early, or hopping on planes as they began their pilgrimages to the game. Honestly, down here in the South, the beginning of college football season is bigger than Christmas. And I’m not talking about a small number of rogue fans. I can count on my two hands the number of people…

The Parenting Conundrum

My oldest son is 16, and it recently hit me that in two years he could possibly move out of our house. He could become responsible for his own health and well-being. He could be charged with the task of functioning on his own in this complicated world. He would have to buy groceries, do laundry and prepare meals. Fill out forms, schedule doctor appointments and manage a checking account. Just the thought of it scares me to death. I realized all these years while I was trying to be a good mother, I was actually doing him a bit of a disservice. I’m sure any mom can relate to this scenario: you have three loads of laundry to do, groceries to put away, and six work-related emailed to reply to. Your teenage son is in front of the TV, looking at his phone. You can either go disrupt his…

Three Things I Wish I Could Make My Teenagers Understand (But I Know They Won’t)

So here I am again:  back in high school. Not literally, but in a supporting role to my sixteen-year-old son. And, guess what? High school really hasn’t changed much. I’m experiencing a total flashback: the pettiness, bickering, fear, self-loathing, misery, joy, insecurity, expectation, disappointment, heartbreak… You know exactly what I’m talking about. The difference is now I have a few more miles on me. Quite a few, in fact. And the distance gives me the clarity to understand the nature and consequence of this time in life. I see it for what it is, in all its ridiculousness. The only problem is I can’t seem to get my sweet, gentle, caring and perplexed son to listen to me. I can’t seem to get a teenage boy to take my insightful, soul-saving advice to heart. Imagine that. But I’m determined — as most mothers are. And this is what I tell…

Too Much Information: The Relationship Killer

I’m a person who cares deeply about many issues such as politics or social causes. And I have some pretty strong opinions on some of these issues. However, I am also acutely aware that many people in my life — friends, colleagues, clients — have opinions quite different from mine. So, I’ve learned — in some cases the hard way — it’s better to keep my opinions to myself. I don’t want to offend anyone or create unnecessary tension. Nor do I want to learn something about a colleague or friend that might interfere with our relationship or cause me to think of them differently.  In my opinion, it’s better to just play it safe, keep some things to yourself, and never over-share. And this philosophy goes way beyond politics. People don’t need to know what I ate for breakfast, how long my last run was or the balance of…