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Amanda Coggin

I'm tickled pink that I can make a living doing what I love to do: write about how life cracks me up, blows my mind, and the silly experiences that keep it all flowing. I've moved enough times that I can&rsquo;t keep track on my fingers and toes and have traveled to over 35 countries. On a jaunt to Honduras, I crossed off one of my biggest fears from my list to discover the underwater world of respirators, coral, and how one swims alongside the fish. It helped that my dive instructor was a hot Argentinian. Only a few more fears to go, which I'll write about once I conquer them. I call San Francisco home since I've been here for fourteen years, except for Asia where I lived for two years, which still feels like my second home, just like the rest of the world does whenever I get out there to travel in it. Some of my life's most precious and challenging moments can be read at <b><a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.amandacoggin.com">AmandaCoggin.com</a></b>&nbsp;where I spend most of my time working through the puzzle pieces of blog posts that will become my next book.

Stories by Amanda Coggin

Leisa Askew is a senior lead esthetician at BellaPelle Skin Studio. Leisa, who lives with her partner, fourteen-year-old son, and several pets, is...
It really is easy being green, especially at home. There are simple steps we can take to make our houses more sustainable, which can benefit more...
There’s a joke in my family that my father, who became a bachelor again in his forties, was king of The Seduction Meal. When, over twenty years...
We all know God spelled backward brings with it an image of intelligence covered in fur, but the saying first resonated with me when I watched my...
Two years ago, I moonlighted as Robin Hood for abandoned pets. I took on a basset hound case, one my ex-boyfriend and I found walking against traffic...
I did the solo travel thing for two years—handed in my corporate badge, and replaced it with a traveler’s backpack. I wove my way around...
How do you feel when the mother pushing her child in the bucket swing next to your laughing junior asks, “Is he walking yet?” The sparkle...
We live in a time when women are CEOs of Fortune 500 companies, a woman is running for the highest office in the land, and young women know they can...
In April 2006, eight months after Hurricane Katrina, my ex-boyfriend and I exited Interstate 10 for a third world version of New Orleans. Water level...
I want to learn how to say, “Butter me up” in French. I also want to figure out how to use vegan butter in my cooking and not have my...
I’m not one to drool while I walk by a dress hanging in a decadent window (shoes with a stunning heel are another story), but I can appreciate...
I’m a travel whore. I’ll turn a travel trick and whisk myself away over daily routine any day. In preparation for my next jaunt, and...
Two winters ago, on a three-month work-travel trip in Mexico, my ex-boyfriend and I entered a cell phone conundrum. How would he take calls from his...
The word on the street is that not everything in the beauty aisle is good for me. If I’m going to present the best side of my face (my left, as...

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