Amanda Miehle
Bio
Amanda is a young married mother of two. She also has over three years experience in customer service, office administrative, and pharmaceutical related roles. She’s always been a vivid natural writer, and isn’t afraid of a little humor.
Stories (2/0)
Is It in the Genes, or Does Your Nail Care Routine Need Help?
For as long as I can remember, my family just had “bad” nails. Our genes cursed the women in our family with short stubby nail beds, paper thin peeling nails, and nails that were just plain... well, ugly. I often painted my nails, only to be disappointed by how unflattering even the brightest colors appeared on my unattractive beds. What’s worse is I was a compulsive biter. All attempts to quit just ended in failures, and even when I wasn’t biting per se, my fingers still ended up in my mouth. I’d still gently gnaw at the white free edges, and separate the skin from under my nail beds. Any growth was weak and flimsy, so I’d concede and return to my nasty habit. I had once bitten a hangnail that had become so badly infected that I ended up having it lanced at an ER trip. “Why even bother quitting biting if I have weak nails anyway?” I often bargained with myself. So, I either ignored my nail stumps, or shelled out $60 to get them done. Both options weren’t sustainable for me or my bank account. That’s when I finally said, “Enough is ENOUGH!”
By Amanda Miehle5 years ago in Blush
When Yes Means No
I’m already a mother. At the tender age of 19, I welcomed my first child into this world. As my son emerged from my body, time itself seemed to stand still. This purplish-blue newborn suddenly laid on my chest, and I completely froze. My heart stopped, and I felt the warmth and heaviness of his little body against mine. I sat still and just took the moment to process the fact that an actual human being had just came out of me. Then, a gentle voice (from either my mother or a nurse. The details are foggy) reminded me that he was my baby. I held him to me and cried with him and almost instinctively brought him to my breast. The moment I became a mother will never leave me. Though details come and go, these moments stay clear like a permanent fixture in my mind.
By Amanda Miehle6 years ago in Families
