Anytown, USA: A Guest Post from Heather Muzik
Call me crazy, but I love Anytown. I don’t need to escape it. I don’t need a big city in order to come alive or feel alive. Do I love visiting cities? Taking in their skylines, visiting their museums and shops, learning their history? An emphatic YES. But I refuse to accept that life must be bigger than Anytown, Anywhere.
Over the years I have lived in small towns, larger towns, towns that exist in the shadow of large cities… even, for a few years, in a large city, and there is one thing I have learned from all of that moving: Life happens where you live it. It doesn’t happen out there in some proverbial other place, but right there where you are, where you choose to be, making of it whatever you choose to make of it.
For me, I am truly at home in suburbia. It is where I live. It is where I write. It is where my characters reside—where they strive and breathe, love and grieve. I am fascinated by it. I know it is a seemingly idle world of shopping plazas and planned developments, but it is actually a thronging, teeming, growing space. Suburbia is small town and big town too. It is where life happens for so many of us. It is the amalgam of all things American, filling in all that space in the middle, linking city and country. Unifying. Quite simply, it is where America meets. In between (which just so happens to be the name of a town of a few hundred that, if moving wouldn’t be such a pain, I would settle down in just for the S&G of telling people I live there).
My own Anytown has grown by a mile since we settled here, and so has our family. Things have changed so much that we hardly have to leave town for anything. It’s all right here. But one thing that hasn’t changed is the fabric of existence running through it—triumph and tragedy interwoven. If you listen hard enough, every town, big or small, has a true heart that beats inside.
This place, this space right here, is my American dream… So let me ask, does a dream that is peaceful and picket-fenced in mean it is passionless? I, for one, say NO. Emphatically.
The Fairytale Mother
Once upon a time two lives intertwined…
A broken heart.
When Andrew Krenshaw’s wife goes missing, terror becomes desperation as he is forced to cope with a world of uncertainty where he has suddenly become a single father, an unfortunate celebrity… a potential murderer.
A hopeful heart.
Melanie Tull has everything she ever wanted in her life… except perhaps love. Her husband is absent and demanding all at once. Her home, a shell of perfection with a cold center. Her life, busy yet vacant.
… Herein lies the tale that binds them.
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After a childhood spent living in various northern states--New Jersey for half of that (South Jersey, exit 4, to be exact)--she struck out on her own. First stop, Atlanta, Georgia. After attending GA Tech to study Industrial Engineering, she settled down in a small town outside the city where she has remained ever since. She keeps house for one husband, two sons, and a thankless dog (who she adores anyway). Her loves: books, bacon, bargains... heavy metal, Christmas movies... a great pair of jeans... and anything cheesy. The four dirtiest words she knows: wash, cook, dust, iron.
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