The other day, I snuck a peek into my old life. I was headed to the dentist in downtown San Francisco, where I hardly ever go anymore. The streets...
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I recently joked to a friend that if my content of the past 6 months were turned into a haiku (ignoring the whole 5-7-5 rule), it would go somethi...
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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...
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Most of 2015 has been a blur and something tells me that 2016 might be, too. I recall making crab cakes for breakfast in our pajamas and driving u...
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What is the most romantic thing that someone has ever done for you? How about the nicest thing? My freshman year of college, a high school frie...
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When I first started blogging, I never got any comments. Each time a post would go out in the ether, I'd hold my breath a little, wondering if a k...
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Few things are more therapeutic than mixing colors in a bowl and frosting cookies. These cookies involved only my second time using food coloring ...
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serves three - four For the dressing: 1 tablespoon of chopped basil 1 tablespoon of chopped chives 3/4 teaspoon of garlic salt 1 teaspoon o...
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When Matt is away, I find myself still sleeping on the very edge of our bed. It's funny because when we're both in bed, Matt will often complain o...
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Serves four 1 head of cauliflower half a lemon, cut into quarters salt and freshly ground pepper 1 tablespoon of finely chopped parsley 3 t...
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Here's how every story starts: the right timing. Sometimes, you want something to happen so badly, when it doesn't, it feels like the universe is ...
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I have this thing when I love a song. I will listen to it over and over until I get sick of it. Matt never does that, unless I ask. Nicely. These ...