Author: Alison Fields

Notable Birthdays: 1986

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February 28, 1986  Venue: 109 Westwood, Asheville I wanted a slumber party. Slumber parties were peak popular girl, peak 80s movie, peak teenager, all things I aspired to be. For several years, winter weather froze out my birthday parties—a regular occurrence when you’re born in the temperate part of the northern hemisphere during the month most associated with Freak Blizzard. Mom did her best to alleviate the fog of gloom. All I ever really wanted […]

Notable Birthdays: 1981

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 February 28, 1981 (or thereabouts), 12-2pm Venue: 109 Westwood, Asheville, NC, As a child, I was into dresses. I was into dresses in the way that other children are into sports or bullying or video games or salting slugs in the rose garden or all of the above (you know who you are). My mother tells me she spent hours with my aunts and grandmothers changing infant me into dress after dress after dress just […]

Notable Birthdays: 1976

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©2018 Alison Fields and TinyCommotions.  February 28, 1976, 6:55pm EST Venue: Bristol Memorial Hospital, Bristol, TN. I was supposed to be a boy. They had the name picked out—Thomas Butler Fields. They had a Peter Rabbit-themed nursery. They had, what I suspect given my parents’ interests and affinities, a notion of some floppy haired young son that would age into a sensitive preppy with a fondness for golf, tennis and F. Scott Fitzgerald. I was […]

Reeling

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When I was a senior in high school, I believed my best friends would forever be my best friends. Not that I, or any of my friends, were those seventeen years old will be the absolute apex of my achievement and high school was awesome people. If anything, it might have been our collective dismay at being teenagers and steadfast belief in high school being mostly just a thing you survived was what had brought […]

Inkstains

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I just had this offhand conversation with a perfect stranger (with beautiful tattoos) about why I don’t have any, which, for the record, has less to do with aesthetics or some notion of respectability or fear of commitment (the perfect stranger’s theory), but everything to do with not having experienced or achieved any one thing I’m particularly invested in commemorating forever. And I would have to pick and choose because the rest of my life […]

January 2017

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I spent New Year’s Eve of 2016 dancing at a bar up the street with a few of my close friends. It was an unexpectedly good and sweet night and the wicked hangover I endured the next day was surely balanced by the fact that the awful of 2016 passed into the 2017 to the sound of Prince’s “1999.”  We had the window seat in the bar and were all flattered by the dim gold […]

Dance, Dance Revolution

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Sometime back in the halcyon days of 2000, before George W Bush and 9/11 and Katrina, before the War on Terror and Social Media and Sarah Palin, before Brexit and Trump and Taylor Swift,* back when not only Prince and David Bowie were still alive, but also Joe Strummer and MCA and Johnny Cash and album sales, back in the day  before “Back in the Day (feat. Jay-Z),” I remember discussing the upcoming presidential election […]