They were very proud of them. And, no, that’s not mustard.
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The Titan This is my dad. Okay, this isn’t how he looks anymore. It’s more like my dad at 25. But still, you get the idea. Sometimes we have a hard time getting along because of all of his children, I’m the most like him. In fact, when I was a kid, they often called me [...] I might be married to an agent–but he isn’t, at least technically speaking, my agent. That questionable honor goes to a very kind woman at Sterling Lord Literistic, which is one of my favorite business names in the world because they totally made up that word. Literistic. You can do that when you’re Sterling Lord. [...] Oh, hi there! Did you arrive at this post by Googling “Nathan Bransford wedding?” Don’t feel bad! Apparently it’s the second most Googled term about my husband, falling just after “Nathan Bransford blog.” But if you were hoping he is single, I have bad news for you. He’s married. To me, in fact. Pull up [...] Welcome to my little neck of the virtual woods. Things are a bit rugged around these parts at the moment, but do not fear. A plan is afoot. Or, as they say in England, a scheme. A scheme is afoot! Why doesn’t scheme have negative connotations in the Mother Country?! Soon, the blog pimpin’ elves will [...] Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ [...] |
 Alison Presley lives in San Francisco with her husband Nathan Bransford. She's locked in an unhealthy relationship with her work-in-progress (a novel). And so far this year she has wasted six months of her life on a college-level Statistics class and eaten more frozen pizza than she cares to admit. 
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