Savannah Aichem
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"What doesn't kill us gives us something new to write about." -Julie Wright
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God's Favorite Bar
It’s often said that bartenders are like cheap therapists, and most days that feels like the truth. So, one day when I saw a reserved older man, sitting at the end of my bar all alone and looking like he had the world on his shoulders, naturally I went over and asked what he wanted to drink. He smiled kindly, his eyes crinkling around the edges just a little.
By Savannah Aichem6 years ago in Proof
An Open Letter to My Dad
Dear Dad, I want to start off by saying I see you. I see the things no one else sees about you. You play the part of the fun and fancy free comic that makes everyone laugh, and most of the time your laugh is genuine and infectious, but there have been times when it has been hollow. When your smile has turned up at the edges, but never rose high enough to create the spark in your eyes. We've been through a lot the last few years, mom, you, and I. We've lost a lot, and we've learned things we can never forget. There is something important I want you to know about all you've overcome to be here today, I'm proud of you for making it through it. I'm proud of all of us for being where we are now. I'm thankful to mom, God, and our family for getting us past the roughest time in our lives. I want you to know it meant the world to me that you came to every tennis match, every track meet, and every school function.
By Savannah Aichem7 years ago in Families
Anxiety, I've Got This
I've lived with anxiety since I was about 12-years-old. I had lost my aunt whom my family and I were taking care of every day, my boyfriend (if you can call someone that at age 12) and several other people I really loved all left me around the same time, and I was okay at first. We had my aunt's funeral to plan. I still had some friends and sports to occupy my time, so I did okay for the first few months after all of those things happened, until the day I slowed down.
By Savannah Aichem7 years ago in Psyche
An Open Letter to My Husband
My husband. I never get tired of saying that even though I've said it at least a million times in the ten months we've been married. No matter what title you have held in my life, my friend, my boyfriend, my fiancée, and now my husband, you have always consistently been a person I couldn't live without. When we first got together life wasn't the easiest for either of us. I had an extreme anxiety disorder and you were working so many hours you didn't know what to do with yourself when you weren't working (some things never change), but through anything and everything you have always stayed strong for both of us. This piece is a testament to the incredible man I have come to know and love over the five years we've been together, I know how hard you work for us and our future, I believe you deserve a little recognition.
By Savannah Aichem7 years ago in Humans
The Black Forest Inn
For those of you who have worked in the restaurant business you know it isn't an easy career. You work nights, holidays, and weekends. You miss recitals, games, and events that you look back on through pictures or videos. The same can be said for any family-run business. Seeing your family 24 hours a day seven days a week make you closer than most families, but can also cause you to grate on each others nerves more than most. The family at the Black Forest Inn in Stanhope, New Jersey manages to combine these two kinds of business and has been successful at it for 40 years. Their history is something remarkable and has survived in a town that has lost most of its business's during the years, but they have managed to survive.
By Savannah Aichem7 years ago in Feast
An Open Letter to my Grandfather
Well I never called you grandpa, I called you Ed, we all called you Ed and when I was little I always felt like the most special girl in the world because I had something no one else did, I had my very own Ed. I had someone who was like a grandfather to me, but I was allowed to call you Ed and that just added to your charm. It's taken me a little while since you've died to be able to even think about you without crying, but I'm giving myself some credit on that since it's still only been a few months. So now I'm here writing this letter because I think it's something you'd encourage me to do, to write through my grief because you always encouraged me to write and to do anything even mildly educational, so here it goes.
By Savannah Aichem8 years ago in Families
