Articles by Amy Shankland

When the meanies get you . . .

I’m not sorry to see September in the rear-view mirror. It was a rough month thanks to two (now former) clients. My left eye twitched constantly, my “stress back pain”…


A girl & her shoes

Our new dog, Sasha, is barely over a year old. Which essentially means she’s like a human toddler – bringing us joy one moment and driving us a bit crazy…


Cereal numbers

Every family has their own quirks. Mine is no exception. A couple of weeks ago, my husband John came into my office and declared that it was time for us…


What’s the worst that can happen?

Last Monday morning, I had a client meeting that had hovered over me a bit the weekend before. I work as a fundraising consultant, mostly to find and apply for…


Find the magic in your town

I recently finished reading Under the Tucson Sun by Frances Mays. I’ve always loved the movie and thought it would be great to read the real story – turns out…



Good people, exoskeletons & sailing

Amy plays TriBond It’s time for another column of random thoughts and observations. Longtime readers know that sometimes, I must fit three things that don’t relate to each other into…


Group Text Phobia

One week ago, I finally confessed one of my greatest phobias in life with a friend who uses them often – group texts. My heart was thumping loudly in my…


Twistin’ in our neighborhood

If you go anywhere near my house today, get ready for a lot of traffic. Twisters Soda Bar, located at 10th and Plum streets in Noblesville, is having their grand…