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Fifteen years ago, before I met my husband, I was divorced and living the comfortable, yet meager life of an educator. At the time of my divorce, I could only afford the cheapest, stark white, dented, non ice maker refrigerator model made. I’m not sure how or why my ‘divorcee’ fridge survived almost twenty years, but it did. Recently, though, we bought this beauty! Big, bold, …

I closed the office door and I looked up at him. He had that smile with the gap that made me almost shake now I couldn’t stand it, I was going crazy. I looked at my hands they were shaking.
“Hey what’s going on, you know you didn’t finish the-“ he said

“I know our brains our deep and our minds our strong that we could go on …

Me and my brother hardly get along. Only in the oddest circumstances does it happen. Like in our fridge. I'll admit some guilt, because I was supposed to be helping my grandma clean out the disgusting mess. What ended happening though, was me and my brother hanging out inside of the fridge.

As I grew up and moved out, my fridge economized. My fridge is smaller now; it's sleeker and more stylish. The old plastic exterior has been modernized to stainless steel. A lot was lost in my transition; I miss the ice cube dispenser and the drink door I crawled in when we had to clean out the old fridge one year. Now there are no childhood photos from Hawaii, …

We have a black fridge at home, but the kitchen’s palette is a mix of tan and copper. So, as soon as the fridge was installed, wooden panels that matched the cupboards were put over the doors, leaving only the black of the handles and water dispenser. Young, I was stunned. Every house I had ever visited had a fridge covered in magnets, pictures, words, and the …

This refrigerator I see is the first to belong to me. In my first kitchen of my first home, this fridge leans to the right, throwing the door back upon opening. But this is part of what makes the fridge mine.

In my first home, there is little to synthesize. What I mean is, my pre-existing possessions are few; most of what is in my home is new, at …

My fridge is an altar where I worship to the Post-It gods. If I ever had a "real" job it should have been at 3-M, where I probably could've pulled down some serious $$$ writing PR spoof about the sticky note. There's something irresistable about jotting down a chore, errand, address, shopping list, or other fragment of thought, sticking it on a big, handy surface, and then feeling guilty until …

The family refrigerator is not spotless, far from it. It's not even particularly clean, but still, on the outside, it is not cluttered. It is a huge, ugly, cold white thing. It has a texture, some odd pattern of indented lines. It matches the rest of the kitchen appliances, which are the same: Ugly, almost luminescent white, functional, dirty with bits of yellow or brown …

Preparing for a football watching Sunday involves a plethora of decisions. Do we make chilli or wings? or both? Rearrange the furniture or bring in folding chairs? Beer or wine? All was going well until a cooler in the living room was mentioned. "This is not a frat house" I say. " And furthermore the kitchen is inches away from the living room. I offer up the fancy …

My wife and I used to bicker about our fridge door. We both love the photos, but hated the clutter.
We tried many different types of frames. The cheap little individual frames had ruined the vinyl floor in front of the fridge door from falling ( they always fall ) and landing on their corners.
Now we look at our favorite memories through …

Fish on ice flavored the lettuce.

Freeze Frame of my life...

Today is the day after Christmas. I have done nothing all day, Im even still in my pajamas. I awoke to my cats messing with the bathroom door. I apparently locked one of my cats in the bathroom hours earlier when I woke up to pee. After letting the offended cat out, I shuffled around picking up garbage and empty boxes. Making several …

I covered the fridge in thier artwork, it stayed there 15 years. Now one paints portraits to cheer the sick and the other gets college art cheers.

One does cartoons to make Mom a buffoon, but that is the teenage years.

Then our fridge started to "pee" on the floor, so it had to go- to roll out the door. The new fridge makes …

I'm not sure when he made the connection between the fridge and his art work. I think it was in a book we read or something, but suddenly it became a "thing". From that moment on it has become not only a gallery, but also a height chart. We retain a bit of space at the top, wedding mementos and a photo or two. Every other …

The back of my body peeks out from inside of the cool air, hands dodging the organic, all-natural crap my mother buys. Instead, I reach for the leftover chocolate cake and a soda to wash it down. :).

When he says "Hello" it's like the world stops. As he leans in for a hug i can feel his warmth. I could just stay hanging on and never let go..but then i realize im just in front of my fridge...Dreaming about what we could be..

They say every fridge tells a story. Ours resembles a crime scene report - cold, gross, and filled with unpleasant surprises. Our fridge has always been unbalanced – literally – which results in a pooling of its bodily fluids down and to the left, where they creep out from beneath the vegetable crisping bins and slither out to leave forensic kisses on our now permanently stained linoleum.

After the divorce, the “For Sale” sign in the yard necessitated a bare fridge for clean lines in the kitchen. With my heart stripped bare and half my furniture gone, a realtor’s advice transforming my family nest into a showplace, nothing was exempt from change.

The hand-painted pictures, magnets from family vacations, lists of couple friend phone numbers, and the photographs needed to go. Most …
The fridge is a time capsule to my life. Every dish of left-overs tells a story of heart break or triumph. The kielbasa and peppers stand as a sad memorial to the late arrival of my wife from work. The ravioli and meatballs staining my old Tupperware boldly state we are here to stay. An unopened container of ricotta cheese, a harsh reminder that I never made the stuffed shells …

Ways I imagined, as a graduate student in creative writing, that my publisher would celebrate and/or promote the release of my books someday:

1. A reception in the publisher’s offices, with wine in plastic glasses and cheese and crackers on a plate passed by an editorial assistant wearing ironically ugly glasses and at least one garment fashioned from tweed.

Ways in which the publication of the aforementioned books …
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