Posts written by Amanda Cleary Eastep

peace

By Amanda Cleary Eastep “You have that look.” My eighteen-year-old daughter says this as we hold each other in an embrace that sighs, “Don’t leave home,” and responds, “I have to go.” Over the past weeks, she has taken to glancing sideways at me when we hug to make sure I’m not crying. I am on […]

tools-build

By Amanda Cleary Eastep As I looked around our family table at Thanksgiving, I imagined Jesus sitting there. He’d probably be at the head of the table. . .and after dessert, he’d sit in Dad’s chair, because my father would so give up the microfiber recliner for his Savior. We would have offered Jesus one […]

By Amanda Cleary Eastep I never set out to be friends with my daughters. I was happy and grateful enough to be their mother. God forbid I would be the mom looking like I was trying to look like my daughters… (Ridiculous, right?) I was never interested in being BFFs with their BFFs or putting […]

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By Amanda Cleary Eastep My earliest memory of walking in the woods sets me inside the patch of forest preserve down the road from my grandmother’s house. The small house sat like a washing machine box with two windows cut out to let in the early morning sunshine and a view of the passing freight trains that roared and […]

Helena_Rogers

By Amanda Cleary Eastep We’re excited to start a new feature that highlights some of the amazing people in our Perennial Gen community and beyond. We’ll be asking our special guests 4 + 1 Questions about their lives and midlife journeys. I’m especially happy to introduce Helena Rogers, who has been my friend for nearly […]

city-train

By Amanda Cleary Eastep “I’m a Millennial in a Gen Xer’s body,” he said. I was interviewing the former VP of concept and design for McDonald’s for an alumni magazine article. In recent years, his career trajectory had shifted from corporate to the social and public sector, which included a stint in Kenya helping a […]

train-chicago

By Amanda Cleary Eastep February 2017 — Journal Entry I’ve been getting that weird feeling again. The one I get when things are going to change… Several times throughout my life, I have felt an odd vacancy open up somewhere above my heart that has inevitably signaled an eventual shift. One time in particular had […]

tricycle

Before my eight-year-old daughter would leave for her dad’s house every other weekend, I would kiss the palm of her small hand, curl her fingers into a fist, and tell her to put the kiss on her cheek when she missed me. What I didn’t realize was that she tried keeping her hand closed all […]

empty-swings

By Carlton H. Colby & Amanda Cleary Eastep Memories by Carl I met J and his younger brother in a crab apple fight. I lost. Of course, it wasn’t fair, me against the two of them along with another brother who couldn’t throw far because he was still a little guy, but he tried anyway. J […]

Window_Attic

By Amanda Cleary Eastep One after the other, the six of us young girls crawl out the second story window of my friend’s apartment and onto the flat, tar paper roof of Wilma’s Cafe where the farmers gather on Saturday mornings to drink coffee and eat Western omelets after milking or plowing or planting, depending on […]