About Amy


-First and foremost, I am a humble child of God.  I am grateful for His grace in my life on a daily basis.

-I am a proud mother of four amazing kids, ages 18, 15, 6 & 4.

-I have the gift of making people (big & small) feel at ease with me.  I rarely go shopping that I don’t wind up in a conversation with a perfect stranger who shares their story with me.  …and that is very cool, because people and their experiences fascinate me.

-I grew up in the 80s, which was the absolute best time ever to be a kid.  You totally get coolness points with me, as a client, if you can name more than one Ewok. (without googling it!)

-I have the most random thoughts sometimes, like, “Wouldn’t it be awesome if club soda was a healthy drink.  We could give it to our kids, and when they spilled it, BAM!, the carpet would get cleaner.”

-As a mom of two teens and two toddlers, I’ve regularly tried to figure out how to design a velcro wall/fuzzy suit game to temporarily occupy said toddlers.  (Be honest, we’ve all thought about it at some point.  Ha ha ha!) – Edited to add:  You can put away the duct tape.  Problem solved.  We now have a bouncy house in our dining room.  Sometimes you just have to think outside the box.

-I love a wide variety hot teas & Milo’s iced tea. Milo’s Hamburgers (and more specifically, their sweet tea) is a well-established, Birmingham-area favorite.   ….and yes, I can be bribed with tea.

Milos Tea-My teen son and I started watching The Walking Dead together from the night the very first episode aired.  It’s our Mom-Teen Sunday Date Night.  This year, I made ribs in the crockpot to mark the mid-season return.  Probably wrong on many levels, but my teen loves ribs, and it made me giggle when I put it in the buggy at the store.

-I participated in a wreath laying ceremony at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Washington, DC when I was twelve.  I was extremely nervous that I’d mess up.  Those Marines look about 10 ft. tall to a 12-year-old.

-My youngest daughter, Willow, is currently (happily) suffering from an addiction to pigs.  I don’t use that term lightly.  We visit a farm twice a week, and she loses her mind until I get her out of her carseat to go see them. I think she’d live in a tent by their pen, if I’d let her.  Edited to add that she’s now made a move on “Spot” the mini-donkey as well.  Before I could catch her, she kissed him square on the mouth through the fence.  That girl…

Willow and Piggies

-I am the mom of a six-year-old superhero.  I don’t consider myself a special needs mom, because every child has needs.  As a parent, we do what we have to in order to meet those needs.  It is what we do.  God didn’t choose me to be his mom because I have some super-human power (although, that would come in handy when cleaning up in the play room).  He blessed me with a little guy who would show me an entirely new way of looking at and appreciating the world around me.

-I was the undisputed Pac-Man queen in my neighborhood.  The Atari was awesome, one button and a joystick.  Now, I pretty much am sure to be the first to die in my teen son’s video games.  I can work a camera in my sleep, but an xBox controller is not my friend.

-My teen daughter shares my love of photography, and more often than not is my session sidekick.

-I was an 80’s Star Wars kid.  Hence the picture below of me being held by Chewbacca.  (I told you, the 80s were awesome!  …that haircut though, not so much.  Ha ha ha!!!)

Me & Chewie!

-This May, I graduated with my Bachelor of Science in psychology.  (Mainly because I’m a geek who loves the study of people and their behavior.)  I am grateful that my studies have also given me an in-depth look into Autism Spectrum Disorder, and have helped me to better understand how my little superhero experiences the world.  It has given me a great deal of insight to help guide him through his journey in life.  I will begin working toward my Master of Education in Applied Behavioral Analysis this Fall.

-Cleaning a house with four kids in it really is a lot like trying to brush your teeth while eating oreos, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.


 My Children

My blessings. My chaos. My heart.