Breaking Beautiful by Jennifer Shaw Wolf

Urn:lcp:breakingbeautifu0000wolf:epub:6e8caa3b-ce66-41af-8f0c-772ff2203c2e Foldoutcount 0 Identifier breakingbeautifu0000wolf Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t4sk1j82f Invoice 1652 Isbn 9780802723529 Lccn 2011010944 Ocr tesseract 4.1.1 Ocr_detected_lang en Ocr_detected_lang_conf 1.0000 Ocr_detected_script Latin Ocr_detected_script_conf 0.9811 Ocr_module_version 0.0.10 Ocr_parameters -l eng Old_pallet IA-NS-1200092 Openlibrary_edition For more information on Jennifer, please visit: or follow her blog, Wolf Tales.Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 19:48:59 Boxid IA40048819 Camera Sony Alpha-A6300 (Control) Collection_set printdisabled External-identifier Our thanks to Jennifer for sharing her story with us. Her book, Breaking Beautiful comes out in April, 2012. My cousin, Jennifer Shaw Wolf is a mother of four, videographer, avid reader, and obsessed writer. Whenever I go home I have to take a moment to visit my old car and reminisce.Ĭlunker or souped-up hot rod, I think we all have fond memories of our first car. My brothers won’t let her sell it even though it doesn’t run anymore. My boyfriend got pulled over for honking at a cop when he had to stop at a stoplight.

Or when there was a short in the horn, so whenever you touched the brakes it would honk. Or when the heater got stuck on high for an entire summer. Like the time I tried to follow a guy who was driving a truck into the sand dunes and I buried it up to the axles (statue of limitations is over on that one, Mom). I have some great memories of the Malibu. Not so much (as my brothers like to point out) when I was finished with it. It was a nice car and it was in pretty good condition when I got it. For some reason, that neither my sister or I can explain (at least not in civil terms) I got to drive the Malibu. He bought the Maverick first, so that car went to my older sister.

Since she couldn’t drive the cars anymore she sold them to my Dad. One was an ugly bright blue Ford Maverick, and one was a red and white 1970 Cheville Malibu.

There was a woman on his route who was blind and she owned two cars that had hardly been driven. Naturally, all of this reminds me of my first car.įirst let me give you a little backstory. We’ve already started the countdown, T-minus 73 days until he has that all-important piece of plastic that says he’s a legal driver.īesides teaching my son (or just hanging on) I’ve been working on a car story. He’s learning so he will be prepared when we turn over borrowship (NOT ownership) of his first vehicle, a Honda Accord that’s the same age as he is. Twice this week I put my life in the hands of my fifteen year old son as he learned to drive a stick shift.

Breaking Beautiful by Jennifer Shaw Wolf