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 have a confession to make. With this brilliant Indian Summer we've had, I've missed one thing, and it's truly a surprise: cold, rainy, windy day...
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Megan and I met some time ago, when she was still living in San Francisco. I won't go into some of the big life changes she was going through at t...
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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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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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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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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 I was turning 13, my parents asked me if I wanted to have a Bat Mitzvah or a blowout party (with a rented wooden dance floor in my backyard)....
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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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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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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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A few weeks ago, I went to a Summer Camp-themed wedding where one of our activities included a Ropes Course. I bragged to our friends that I had d...