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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Fate is a funny thing. I suppose I’ve always been the sort of person who believes in the inevitability of some things. A rained out vacation, a ...
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I know, I know. Another rum drink. While I’ve already shared my love of the Angostura Colada, I just couldn’t help myself in this recent Calif...
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We grew up in the shadow of Silicon Valley. Where being good at math and science was inherently better than being able to bang out a well-written ...
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If there is one thing you need to know about my husband it is that he loves his coffee, dare I say, as much as he loves his music. And because tod...
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I’m not usually very good at staying silent. I’m often quick to judge and make a statement. In the heat of the moment, I often see things in b...
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When my parents and I moved to America, I quickly started calling everyone I ever spoke with in class my 'friends.' My parents were perplexed. "Th...
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I tend to celebrate Thanksgiving twice: once with my friends (in the form of an annual potluck) and once with my family. What I love about Thanksg...
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*Serves four 4 thick slices of country-style bread 1/4 cup of butter, melted 12 ounces of mixed wild and brown button mushrooms 1 tablespoon...
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Persimmons and I have a funny relationship. My mom and grandpa love them and for years, I didn't really know what the fuss was about -- especially...
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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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I used to be quite good at getting out of the house well before noon on the weekends. I would virtually jump out of bed with a mission: to not was...