Everything starts anew. Year after year that I live in San Francisco, I am reminded that the fog will roll in right around my birthday. And I will...
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A friend I was recently hanging out with at a wedding said, “I don’t think people read blogs anymore.” She hasn’t been blogging much herse...
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"You can’t go back,” Matt said to me while we were enjoying what could quite possibly be one of our few last evenings out just the two of us bef...
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One of the best things about having a blog is being able to throw something out into the ethosphere and encourage people to talk about it. The con...
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For the plums: 2 lbs of plums, pitted and roughly sliced 1 tablespoon of amaretto 1 teaspoon of almond extract 1/2 cup of sugar For the bis...
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Winter fruit hardly excites me. I do love pears, and apples are good only when they are REALLY good, but other than that, I find winter to be the ...
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The thing about pie is it's quite mysterious until you cut into it. Unlike a tart, which openly reveals its identity upon first glance, a pie only...
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When you live in California, sometimes you feel hours behind everyone else. Weirdly, we watch a recording of the ball dropping in Times Square on ...
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I'm writing to you from a black hole. A brief breath of fresh air in the midst of one of the busiest, most chaotic weeks of work. The reason? It's...
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I have a friend who especially enjoys traveling alone. She brings along a stack of books, makes a day-to-day itinerary based on only the things sh...
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I still remember that weird feeling of publishing something “on the internet” and getting comments and emails from complete strangers saying t...
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I'm currently enjoying what I've been calling my 'funemployment' - it' unemployment, but it's fun because I have a week off before starting a new ...