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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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November
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- No Leftovers, Full Plate
- Light Show
- Mostly Full
- Dreary Tuesday
- Lots of Love
- Surprise Ending
- Make it be Friday
- Stuffed Acorn Squash
- Envious!
- Cycle of Life
- Fate
- Pride over Anger...Novel Concept
- Heavy Chili
- Fun without Snow
- Hi, B. Sorry about yesterday. S and I went to Mars...
- I Delight in Dishes
- No Need to Nurse My Neuroses
- Gloomy
- Writing, NOT Working
- A Little Variety
- Weekend of Drama
- Grading Hell
- Headaches, plural
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November
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Things That Make Amanda Smile
The Firepit
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