Ashley Parker
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I’m on a site for writers and I can’t figure out what to write in here. Life is weird.
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My Husband Married a Crazy Lady
I am still annoyed as I get out of my car and head into the office. My receptionist greets me with a smile like she does every Wednesday. She's 22, pregnant, and absolutely adorable. Just a beacon of light and happiness. She also has a pretty serious case of Pregnancy Brain that, when couple with her young age, is absolutely hilarious. Sometimes she sends the mail out without postage. Sometimes she misreads an order and gets me three coffees instead of one. Sometimes she listens to stories of what computers were like in the 90s and gets shocked that teens once used the internet for things other than selfies or porn. Seriously, she's hilarious.
By Ashley Parker5 years ago in Humans
Ameriguese Cuisine
There is something so special and almost intimate about food. When you break bread with others, you connect with them. You open up and they do, too. I love cooking and connecting with people over food. Any food. Sweet, savory, drive through, high end... It doesn't matter, I love it all. Not just for the delicious flavors, but for the connection.
By Ashley Parker5 years ago in Feast
The Drive Home
As I drive home from work I look at the small town around me. It' such a picturesque setting, like something out of a book, but I wasn't born here. I wasn't raised here. This is not my home town. This is not where I'm from. I have lived here for over 21 years, the majority of my life, but I am originally from Tacoma, WA with a few early years spent in Portland, OR. I miss big cities. I miss the bustling malls, the zoos that have more than slugs and crows, and the live sporting events that don't involve your children. I miss the speed of life in a city. In 21 years I still haven't learned how to slow down yet. I walk fast. I talk fast. I drive fast.
By Ashley Parker5 years ago in Humans
Mad About Him
Old Mad About You reruns light up the bedroom as I lay in bed next to my husband. We laugh like teenagers at the married life jokes that are so much funnier now that we're adults and married. He randomly leans over and kisses my cheek and tell me he loves me, and I respond by laying my head on his chest. He rubs my back contentedly, not needing to hear the words reciprocated. He knows I love him; I just have a hard time saying it. Why waste time with words when I can cook for him and fold his laundry and buy him neat things I see that remind me of him?
By Ashley Parker5 years ago in Humans
