Amye Archer

This is Thirty-Nine with Amye Archer

This is 39. It's not so bad. Sure, I have varicose veins, twenty-five extra pounds, sagging breasts, and swollen feet. But I also have great kids, a career I love, and I have finally found my VOICE. Getting older isn't fun, I'm not going to lie. In fact, I will never lie. Not to you. This is 39.

About the Author: Amye Archer holds an MFA in Creative Nonfiction. Her memoir, Fat Girl, Skinny was a runner up in the Red Hen Press Nonfiction Book Awards and a finalist in the Next Generation Indie Author Awards.  She is the author of three poetry collections, BANGS, A Shotgun Life and No One Ever Looks Up.  Her work has appeared in Brevity, Nailed Magazine, PMS: Poem Memoir Story, PANK, and various publications. She is the creator of The Fat Girl Blog.  Amye lives with her husband, Tim, and their twin daughters.

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Day 90: The Atomic Weight of Guilt

As a child, you lay on your father’s belly while the New York Yankees run bases on a small black and white television in your old...

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Day 79: Birthdays

I get older; you get older. That’s how this works. My legs are healing. Bright pockmarks of red and white mark where the surgeon’s...

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Day 42: Various Positions

For Leonard I’ve seen this room, and I’ve walked this floor. You know, I used to live alone before I knew you. The ceilings in my...

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The Fat Girl’s Guide to (not) Getting Pregnant

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The Shot and The Draw: Teenage Heartbreak

I still remember the feeling of my first heartbreak. I’m not talking about –you’re over there and I’m way over here-heartbreak,...

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The Universe Between Us

Alone, I am a star burning against the night sky. I am lost in a blanket of darkness, a heaving illuminated mass threatening to collapse in...

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I Fucking Hate My Body

Excerpt from the memoir Fat, Girl, Skinny I fucking hate my body, and I’m tired of pretending I don’t. I buy dresses, hike them up...

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