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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At some point in your life, I'm sure you've found yourself wanting something to last forever, however long that felt at the time. In high school, ...
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When my parents and I moved from Russia first to Israel, and then to the United States, our relatives said goodbye to us knowing there was a very ...
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Living in a twelve unit building where my primary view is an arm-length's peek into other people's apartment windows, I've realized how much this ...
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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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serves four 1 cup of whole wheat pastry flour 1/4 cup of rye flour 1/2 teaspoon of kosher salt 1/2 teaspoon of sugar 1 stick of cold unsalte...
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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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My first spring in Seattle and I’m already learning what it means to get ‘hit’ by the passing season. Coming from California, where spring i...
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The holidays are almost upon us and while I was hoping to share a lot of tasty treats and cheer leading up to them, life completely sidelined our ...
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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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I’ve been slowly — very, very slowly — reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic. Every couple of nights when I’m not up late working,...
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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...