Category: Memory
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A little green eyeliner goes a long way
I wrote a blog yesterday in which I mentioned an old friend, Anna Klepczynski. I have wanted to write about her for quite a long time but had not yet found the voice – until now. I remember the first time I felt pretty. It was at my birthday party in the seventh grade. Seventh…
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Hot tub shopping on the day I lost a dear friend
This isn’t as cool as eating a bologna sandwich beside Chevy Chase, but it’s a message I won’t forget any time soon. A memory One thing I’ve always hated about having pets is how terrible it is when it’s their time to go. When my parents’ dog, Sybil, died when I was in college, my…
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When stars and Spin Doctors align
I have known Amy since we were both 8, so most of our child and adult memories include each other at some level. Even if we weren’t there, we were there. In fact, I wrote in one of my diaries in high school, about making out with a boy: “I couldn’t wait for it to…
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Kiss and tell
I have known Amy since we were both 8, so most of our child and adult memories include each other at some level. Even if we weren’t there, we were there. In fact, I wrote in one of my diaries in high school, about making out with a boy: “I couldn’t wait for it to…
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The time I fainted in the piercing parlor
A memory In keeping with this week’s theme of body mutilation, I give you the story of the time I got my nose pierced. Susan and I are shopping one day when I mention that the piercing place next door is supposedly THE place to get pierced in Charlotte. I have only bought jewelry from…
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The time I saved a life (well, sorta)
A memory It is summer 2008, and I am visiting Chris in Athens for the first time since he moved there the week before. I am helping him unpack and get settled into his new place. The wonderful thing about a friend giving me free reign to his apartment (including deciding where the dishes will…
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I cooked for him so he could cheat on me
A memory It is 1995, and it’s picture day. The senior-year me has just been officially captured by camera, and I walk down the steps of the school auditorium, happy to be out of class and wondering how my photo looks. Sitting in one of the auditorium seats is Brian. I have been friends with…
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One of the nicest brides I ever met
A memory It is 2004, my first trip to Vegas and I will finally get to meet Jeff’s sole cousin, Ryan (I have a couple dozen cousins, so this one-cousinthing is a surprise to me.) Ryan and Robin are getting married one week before Christmas, and Jeff and I are full of excitement: A wedding, reuniting with…
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Flashing boobs at wedding guests and other horrors
A memory It is 2004, September 04. The day of my wedding. Any stress that goes along with planning one’s wedding had escaped me the day before, as I sat at Aunt Josies’ at my bridesmaids’ luncheon surrounded by Mom, Mia (my grandmother), my sister Jenny, my aunt and cousins and bridesmaids – basically, all the…
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Unfinished rum is not trash
A memory It’s 1998 and Erin has asked me to move into the sorority house with her for the summer. My first summer away from home! I borrow my parents’ Previa van and load up my belongings from my dorm room, then swing over to Erin’s dorm and we load up her belongings. One of…