Amanda Coggin

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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

I’ve never had a sexy car. In fact, most of my cars have been the opposite of sexy. My cars have been the kind of cars that most women would...
We were doomed from the start, the baker and me. While Walter woke at dawn to bake cakes and bread, I stumbled in as a sleepy teenager on Saturdays,...
I often think our government and corporate America are destroying the modern family. Roadblocks thwarting paid maternity leave and earning disparity...
It’s no mystery that the body and mind act in the same manner as conjoined twins. Interconnected, they share organs to keep going, and if one...
After twelve years in San Francisco, I can make a visual list of the homeless people I recognize but have never come to know. I’ve made a...
My grandmother married three times. I only knew her last husband, but I wish I had met her first—my actual grandfather—and her second,...
My aunt and uncle have sailed on their boat with the same group of friends for almost thirty years. One of their friends has had a rich romantic life...
Finally, a way to use up those extra candy canes—the ones that didn’t make it to the tree. The solution? Crush them up and mix them with...
“Time’s stopped here,” I said to myself on my first road trip across Idaho. For cross-country motorcyclists, wearing a helmet was...
When I walked into Wallenberg High School in San Francisco to observe a handful of tutors work with an AP-English class on their personal statements...
My mother was more interested in how her food looked and was presented, rather than if it was up to a certain standard. While the stay-at-home...
My mother was never a chef, or even a cook, really, for that matter. My childhood sustenance consisted of microwaveable dinners and breakfasts that...
Annette and Steve Economides don’t just clip coupons to save on groceries; instead, their monthly trip to the store is as meticulously planned...
While I was out gathering information during San Francisco’s PARK(ing) Day, I spotted the Raven, a bright green, single passenger, three-...
Over Labor Day, I drove to Idaho to retrieve my car, and last Friday someone stole it from where I had parked it while house-sitting in the Oakland...

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