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Twenty years, two marriages, two childbirths, three children, three thousand miles... One solid friendship
First Words
Barb: What color is that nail polish?
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
About Barb and Amanda
Barb and Amanda met in graduate school in Boston. Masters in tow, Amanda moved back to the Pacific Northwest, where she subsequently married, then remarried, and is now the mother of three. Barb stayed on the east coast (a few more of those years in Boston), never married, used to visit Amanda often, and is teetering dangerously close to to becoming the kind of teacher she and Amanda said they would never become. Faithful correspondents since they parted ways, only the medium has changed. Back in the day, they actually passed a journal back and forth via snail mail. (Honestly. They are stored in Barb's parents' attic.) This is their first attempt at blogging.
Blog Archive
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2009
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April
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- 4th grade wisdom
- Title? are you kidding? I could hardly type the post
- Snooze and Clip
- Treading Water
- The Ol' College Try
- Downhill to June Now!
- San Diego Sunshine
- V-A-C-A-TION!!!
- Starting Over
- Countdown
- Minnows
- Pretending
- More Highs and Lows
- Highs and Lows
- Bright and Sunny
- On the Mend
- Too Late to Be Profound...Dear Diary instead!
- April Showers...
- sun = the best medicine
- Lazy Days
- WHITE LIGHT
- PS
- Moments We'd Like To Not Have To Live
- Resisting Ramen
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April
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Things That Make Amanda Smile
The Firepit
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