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Jul.19.2011
Today my husband and I traveled down to the town along the Alabama/Tennessee line where he and I first began. In honor of our love's ten-year journey, over the next three weeks I am going to post snapshots of how the two of us eventually became one. This snapshot took place the summer after Randy...
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Jul.12.2011
When the dog started yipping the second we came in the door, my sister-in-law and I at first paid her no mind. We’d just returned from a day of 4th of July shopping in Nashville, and we were hoping for some down time before we got ready for fireworks that evening. But as the Bichon Frise continued...
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Jul.05.2011
The biggest fight my husband and I ever got into was over a cat. We were taking a leisurely stroll after supper when the sound of pitiful mewing met my ears. Although my right forearm bears 17-year-old bite marks from the time, as a child, I tried to domesticate a wild feline and failed, I was not...
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Jun.27.2011
My fourteenth summer, twin funnels descended from the mildewed sky and barreled across the field behind our house. We didn't know it until after we'd watched the news, but they were the same funnels that obliterated the home a quarter of a mile from ours, killing its sole occupant -- a woman in...
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Jun.20.2011
Winter 2006 The picture was taken during our trip out West. I was fifteen, and my best friend Misty eighteen. It was taken the same day we thought we were both going to drown. Our backdrop is my family’s ancient, dust-crusted, black conversion van. Our arms are folded with my shoulder tucked...
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Jun.13.2011
At first it seemed my UK adventure had accomplished everything I had hoped it would: I no longer obsessively checked my email to see if my beta readers had contacted me with feedback on my novel; I didn't even care to check my Facebook or Twitter accounts, but just uploaded everything in the...
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Jun.06.2011
Our plane, en route to JFK airport, lost its weather radar and had to make an emergency landing in Detroit. Though no oxygen masks were deployed from the ceiling and no cheery attendants herded us through the side exits like chattel, it was still unnerving. That night we stayed in a hotel, washed...
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May.17.2011
My novel is off to readers. I’m telling you, that is one terrifying sentence to type. It's right up there with, “I’m now going to experience Chinese water torture, then have a gasless tooth extraction.” It’s the immense vulnerability that makes me wish I would’ve chosen to be a podiatrist...
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May.11.2011
This week someone cut the locks to our gate and pilfered items from our land. Although the thievery could have been far worse, it still feels violating. A few days before that, my husband and I drove out to the property with our stomachs in knots, anxious to see if the deluge of rain had flooded...
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May.02.2011
During the wedding reception, I stand in a corner of the room in my cinnamon-colored bridesmaid dress, remembering how everything used to be, trying to comprehend how much everything has changed. I had met the bride, Madison, my freshman year in college. A group of us had decided to use the old...
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Apr.27.2011
http://thebirdsisters.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-lift-us-up-where-we-belong-by.html
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Apr.25.2011
The summer I was fourteen, I crossed into Central America using a fake ID. It wasn’t the birth date on the ID that was fake (in Mexico, if somebody wanted to get their lips on a non-virgin pina colada, they could've if they were still sucking a pacifier). No, what was fake was the ID itself....
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Apr.18.2011
The night Tiffany was delivered, my husband and I crouched over her bed, lovingly watching as she nestled down in the covers and made soft whining sounds. “Despite having fangs and no opposable thumbs, isn’t she just perfect?” I breathed. My husband nodded, then looked over at me and smiled....
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Apr.14.2011
http://welcometotheasylum.net/2011/04/14/guest-post-jolina-petersheim/
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Apr.11.2011
It almost felt like we were Peeping Toms as my husband and I clustered around the computer screen, avidly watching the most intimate details of this young family’s life for the twentieth time in less than ten days. We laughed when the couple picked on each other, fretted when their offspring didn’t...
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