I'm Amy! Take a peek around, get to know me a bit, and read below if you want to go deeper and learn more about my story.
opening a photography and wedding venue
hosting small gatherings of women
getting married again someday
stage iv metastatic uveal melanoma • chronic bleeding
burnout • job loss • lice • lung transplant
panic attacks • addiction • schizoaffective disorder
(myself & alongside others)
gallatin • tennessee
photography • gardening • hiking • walking
watching movies • reading • listening to music
traveling • cruising • creating
young, widowed & dating • mom of three
photographer • writer
christian • advocate • infj
If we're going to swap stories, it's only fair that I tell you mine. So sit down. Relax. And enjoy the short, but sweet and condensed version of my first 47 years.
I'm the first-born of two public school teachers, with one younger sister and one younger brother. We lived in a small town in Minnesota and did fun family things like take bike rides, fly kites, and go for picnics at the park two blocks from our house. Sure, tough things happened to us like my dad getting diagnosed with skin cancer and my grandma passing away from cancer when I was 10, but for the most part, life was simple and good.
Looking back, I can say with certainty that I thrived in a small-town environment. Life was predictable and comfortable. I was involved in ALL the extracurriculars and got along with everyone so much so that I was named Homecoming Queen my senior year of high school. I often look back at that girl with awe. Was that really me? So social. So involved. So fun and carefree.
I began taking photographs when I received my first camera at age 10 and began writing when I received my first diary at age 12. Photography and writing were unrealistic careers I considered amongst an assortment of more traditional career paths including psychology, nursing, medicine, ministry, teaching, physical therapy, and occupational therapy. In 1994, I began college with a major in speech-language pathology.
At the end of my first year of college, I met my soon-to-be-husband, Seth. We dated for three years, I graduated, and we were married one month later.
I'm honored you're here. My story is like yours, long and more complex than it seems on the surface.
we moved to Indiana where my husband worked and I attended graduate school. Two years later, I received my