It started in high school. Taking off our clothes, that is. As soon as we got home. We hadn’t even been dating for that long. A few weeks. A month at most. Yet, there we were. Well, at least one of us was. Do we have your attention? Let’s continue then. It was the middle of a […]

Our fingers typed a question we could barely believe as they hit the keys: how to get blood off cement.  That was the Google search. It could’ve been worse, right? It could’ve been, How to put anti-freeze in someone’s drink without them smelling it, or, How to bake arsenic into cookies so it goes undetected. How do we know […]

In our first few years of marriage, Amy spent a lot of evenings at home by herself while Jordan coached at the soccer fields to help give back to a game that had given him so much, and also earn a little extra money for our camera gear fund. Amy held down the fort, took […]

If you’ve been following The Pink Slip Files for a while, you know we love to share pink slips that we wrote each other years ago. And sometimes, we like to share the memories we’re making right now. The newest slip in our jar, fresh from last night, reads, “I’ll never forget that night you killed someone […]

Jordan, I still remember being seventeen, sitting on the passenger side of your jeep and hearing you sing along to the radio for the first time. It was not quite in any key, and I started to smile. I’ll never forget thinking, “Phew, he’s not completely perfect.” You’re just so good at so many things, but singing has […]

We’re not as classy as we thought. That’s the moral. But what about the story? We won free tickets to see the local symphony orchestra. Good seats, too. Center aisle. Not too close that we’d need earplugs, but not so far that we’d have to strain, either. It was winter (which in Phoenix is like […]

We had our first set of dishes and a new set of responsibilities. We were newlyweds. Husband and wife. We’d spent the first half of the summer planning a wedding, getting married, and honeymooning in Hawaii, and the second half recovering, recharging, and redecorating the first place we’d call home. We had  our whole life in front […]

Shoelaces. He stopped everything he was doing. For shoelaces. *    *    * When we first met, Amy’d never watched a soccer game from start to finish ever. In her entire life. By the time we got married, that’d changed… a lot. Growing up, Jordan’s name and the word “soccer ” were synonymous. He spent every […]

There he was. Sitting in the bedroom. Alone. Shaking his head. Smirking slightly. Unsure what to say or how to say it, but looking for the courage to confess nonetheless. He’d never misled her on purpose before. Fibbed, maybe. Strung her along in jest, possibly. Told a little white lie as part of a larger surprise, definitely. […]