amy Amy

Every time I turn around, my daughter is a different person. At the best of times, writing about your teenage daughter is a bit like looking through one of those old fairground distorting mirrors: one moment she is me, a flick of the hair, a smile, a pose she strikes up; and the next she is utterly and completely not me. And of course, every time I blink, she's become more of a grown-up woman. Soon she'll be grown up and I'll have lost my little baby forever.

Of course, what sort of grown up is still very much in the air. She likes boys. She likes girls. But how you identify yourself - hetro - homo - bi - has do to with more things than just sex. Which is what makes teenagehood so fascinating, and frustrating, and complex. Thank God I don't have to do it again.

tess Tess is Amy's current girlfriend. Though this picture makes her look quite young - must be the pig-tails - she's actually nice Amy's age, which creates for an interesting dynamic (which is code, of course). But Amy is handling the relationship with some maturity - as she juggles it with the demands of her studies, her ``normal" friends, and her family.

 

Stories featuring my Amy

Read our Blog Amy now occasionally contributes to our family weblog, see her at Emily Sick Family blog.

Falling for Amy

Amy's First Gun Murder

Amy's First Torture Murder

Amy's First Teen Murder

Amy's Tale

Amy's Stats & Figures

Height

5 foot 5 inches

Figure

34C - 24 - 34

Weight

8 stone 

Hair

Medium Yellow Blonde (natural)

Eyes

Mid Blue, set far apart

Parentage

¼ Dutch ¾ English

Star Sign

Carpicorn

Education

Still in it (Year 9)

Religion

Haven't noticed any

Politics

Same as her mum's

Philosophy

My responsibility is to me, to do as I need, as I want, as I must have

Lucky Number

Never asked

Best Position

On top

Patronisability

Well she's only a kid

Perfume

Anything so long as there is lots of it

Bladder Capacity

One snowball

Music

Anything with muscluar young men mincing about in tight clothes

Dress Sense

Whatever is wearable from the discarded clothes on the floor of her bedroom.

Me & My Daughter