Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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How to Raise a Valedictorian
Study together.
She, homework.
You, Woolf.

Release her from school for
antiwar protests and call it
civics lessons

Ban video games

Tell her God gave her beautiful,
but smart takes work

Love unconditionally

© Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Trifecta’s Weekend Challenge was 33 words of advice. This worked for my daughter Riley, who is currently a top student at Laguna Beach Institute of Art and Design. Did I mention she doodled in the margins of her homework?  That she came out to the entire student body’s parents during her speech?  (She was already out, “gender queer,” to all her friends, and didn’t lose one of them.)  Can you tell you much Lex and I love this young woman?

The picture was taken by Lex as we were being goofy after the ceremony.  Silver becomes her, but her heart?  Pure gold.  Peace, Amy

Trifecta wanted a dialog in exactly 33 words. Not the most pleasant topic, but until we ensure all women have equal access to birth control, this conversation will keep happening, with different outcomes. My hope is birth control for all women who want it, and men who will “man up” and use a condom every time, because the Pill isn’t a 100% guarantee… and there are STDs to consider.  This will also be my submission  to dverse Open Mic Night.  Peace and mindfulness, Amy

About the Unexpected Little Visitor

“I’m pregnant.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Thoughts?”

“It’s your body. Do what you want.”

“Funny, it was OUR bodies that night. I’ll book the appointment and send you the bill from my new place.”

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil


Wriggled, writhed headfirst
down a one-way tunnel
Saw a pinpoint of light
Of hope

Squeezed, squished
through the door
into the light

Boogermeister suction

But finally
bundled, bawling
Soothed by mama’s waiting breast

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Trifecta wanted exactly 33 words about “new beginnings.” Can’t think of one better for my daughter, nor for myself. The journey continues – she in California, artist on fire; me in the chill of Wisconsin, warmth all in my heart.

We always called the blue suction bulb the “Boogermeister.” A family thing, like “melty and weird” and “migdo pigdo.” Ah, yes, my family keeps me sane! Peace, Amy