The first blog I ever had was a LiveJournal. I wrote in it the way I would write emails to my friends (and they'd comment back as if we were on on...
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This past weekend, Matt and I took a little road trip to the Ace Hotel in Palm Springs (more on that later). I took the day off from work on Frida...
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There's a good reason why I've never shared a recipe for kale chips on Turntable Kitchen. The reason is that I had always thought that people who ...
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Let's play a game: you tell me something about your childhood and I will tell you something about mine. I'll start. My family used to travel a ...
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I’ve come to believe that the best and worst decisions we could make are the ones we don’t make at all. We’ve had a particularly warm win...
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I am not a movie person. Nope. What I mean by that is that I do not seek out movies; I reluctantly, carefully, stubbornly choose a select few to w...
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We all lie to ourselves on a daily basis. Whether it’s a little or a lot, about the small stuff or the big stuff, these lies get us through our da...
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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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We had a feast for New Year’s. The sort that makes your stomach hurt and demands an antacid. The sort where you want time to stand still a littl...
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