When I studied abroad in Italy as a junior in college, I diligently maintained a journal. It was a leather-bound notebook that I’d gotten as a g...
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Back in the spring of 2003, I embarked on my first solo international flight headed to Siena, Italy by way of Florence, by way of Bologna. I must ...
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"I want to show you something," she often says with pride these days. Sometimes, it is a new toy. Sometimes, a "fancy trick" on the playground (cu...
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Dear Amy, I'm sorry I never published your poetry in our literary magazine because I said it was full of cliches. I was the gatekeeper and what I ...
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Writing can at times, feel like a marathon. The final period reminiscent of a big inhale. Sometimes an exhale, depending on what you are writing. ...
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This is a sponsored post in partnership with the California Walnut Board. All words and opinions are our own. Thank you for supporting the brand...
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I distinctly remember when smoothies became a presence in my life. It was in high school, when the first Jamba Juice opened in a strip mall near m...
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At some point, it became expected that whenever I would go home to visit my family, I would bring a delicious baked good (or goods). In some ways,...
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We are on the verge of starting a new year and I’ve realized that of all things I have made and shared here, apple cake is perhaps the most impo...
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I’ve never been a cupcake person. I’m not much for pie, either. But it takes a certain type of cupcake (and a certain type of pie) to win my h...
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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...