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Enraptured in East Tennessee By: Sandy Hiortdahl
Enraptured in East Tennessee

“Then it comes to me: it should be me! I should be the one up there on the towers, grammatically perfecting the General Mills building, adding to the original message in my own way.” What Sandy Hiortdahl would do for an apostrophe.

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The Changes By: Michael Nagel
The Changes

“At work, they asked us to please stop drinking. People had been pouring wine under their desks. I just don’t think alcohol is necessary, our vice president said, clearly not living in the same universe as the rest of us.” Michael Nagel reflects on life after the Boston Marathon bombing.

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Tell Him What? By: Ray Kemble
Tell Him What?

“I knew a phone call would be difficult, that I might not get through; even if I did, the connection might be so poor as to be heartbreaking. Considering myself well advised, I thumbed a chopper ride to Saigon early on Saturday morning.” Ray Kemble phones home.

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On Not Really Liking but Kind-of Really Liking Mumford & Sons By: Michael Nagel
On Not Really Liking but Kind-of Really Liking Mumford & Sons

“We don’t choose the things we like; they choose us. So, in a lot of ways, my coming to terms with Mumford & Sons was actually my coming to terms with myself.” Michael Nagel makes a brave confession.

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First Anniversary By: Cole Farrell
First Anniversary

“At 30 years old, this will be the first time I’ve ever marked the one-year anniversary of a relationship. It might be—college and graduate school notwithstanding—the longest I’ve ever stuck with anything.” Cole Farrell makes a decision.

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Why Have Kids, Anyway? By: Tara Mae Mulroy
Why Have Kids, Anyway?

“I do have some memories of joy—bright patches that don’t seem to work alongside my overwhelming sense of how awful it all was—like when we went to a science museum and came home with a carafe of tadpoles.” It didn’t necessarily work out for Tara Mae Mulroy‘s tadpoles, either.

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Community Theatre Adventures By: Robert Morse
Community Theatre Adventures

“Rather than traveling to New York to get their Artistic Integrity trampled on, playwrights can simply check out their local community theatre. Those who have tend to view the film Waiting for Guffman not only as a hilarious satire, but as a cautionary tale.” Robert Morse knows from trampling.

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Of Our Times By: Christopher Records
Of Our Times

“Of their times, of their time’s prejudices. My grandmother hated feminism and feminists. She told my mother she could never rent her own apartment until she was married, because only a slut would want to live alone at her age.” Christopher Records remembers his grandparents.

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Quitting Smack By: Con Chapman
Quitting Smack

“There is no more daring group of drug consumers among the undergraduates of this country than the boys who will some day have the power to dispense pharmaceutical products to schmos like you and me.” Where Con Chapman got his heroin.

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LW3 And Me By: Liz Main
LW3 And Me

“LW3 has written what feels like countless songs about stepping up to the plate and striking out as a husband and father.” Liz Main knows her Loudon Wainwright III–and she has the picture to prove it.

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