Aimee Gramblin
Bio
Lifelong storyteller, bone marrow made of words, connection, heart, and all the other sciency stuff. Poet, Essayist, Dreamer.
Stories (12/0)
From Waitress to Homeless
Tara woke up and tried to reach her emaciated arms toward the sky. Golden light shone through the canopy of a tree above. The pale blue sky created a perfect canvas — tufts of cotton candy pink and baby blue clouds drifted lazily— showing off without meaning to.
By Aimee Gramblin2 years ago in Fiction
When You're Stressed Out and Almost Broke, Turn to This Helpful Mindfulness Website
*** Several years ago I felt like I’d hit the jackpot when I found the website DailyOM.com. This is just an awesome website I want you to know about. I swear I’m not hawking QVC-style inspirational website content. I’m not an affiliate.
By Aimee Gramblin2 years ago in Psyche
Individualized Beauty Regimes Are Better Than Any Beauty Subscription Box Ever Could Be
I’ll be with you in just a minute Excuse me while I finish putting on my Tarte Sex Kitten eyeliner and Bakerie Proof Is In The Puddin’ eyeshadow…I’m almost ready to talk with you. I just need to rub on this hand creme, detangle my hair, apply some headache oil to my temples, and swap out Vince Camuto purses. Oh, and I’ll put my LOVE bracelet on and paint my nails.
By Aimee Gramblin2 years ago in Styled
The Ballerina Tiger Whippet Incident Convinced Me Our 15 Pound Jackchi Thinks He Has 999 Lives to Spare
Our Jackchi, Nugget, is one year old, thinks he has 999 lives (take that, cats!), and has probably used a quarter of them up by now. Nugget again tried to prove his immortality to me this morning when I least expected it.
By Aimee Gramblin2 years ago in Petlife
The End of the World As We Know It
It wasn't the end of the world as we knew it and everything wasn't fine. Lucy rolled her eyes as the R.E.M. lyrics pumped out of her car radio with an almost apocalyptically assaulting beat until the band got to the peppy chorus line letting listeners know the world's over and we're all okay.
By Aimee Gramblin2 years ago in Fiction
When Your Wife Leaves You For a Younger Man, You Go to Outer Space
Andrew saw the buxom barista behind the gleaming wooden counter. He felt a flicker of hope for light-hearted conversation make a crack in his hardened heart. Beautiful, smart, sexy Beth left Andrew only last week. And, for who? For Todd, that's who. Todd, a cocky twenty-something.
By Aimee Gramblin2 years ago in Fiction
Delight in Old Family Traditions While Creating Authentic New Ones
The distinct, spicy aroma of cloves brings me back to holidays with my mom. When I was young, probably elementary-school-aged, she’d hand me a spice bottle full of whole cloves and a couple of oranges. My task was to poke as many cloves as would fit in the oranges. Contentedly, I'd lick the sticky juice from my fingers and inhale the scent of Christmas.
By Aimee Gramblin2 years ago in Families
