Isn’t it funny how something mundane or uneventful can trigger a memory so vivid it’s like you’ve traveled back in time? At the mention of Hawaiian shaved ice, I’m immediately transported to the first time…
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Part 3 of 3 This is the third part of a three part series on how I fell in love in San Francisco. You can skip back to Part 2 or start from the beginning with Part…
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There was a permanent indent in the couch cushion where I’d been—stationary— for the last two days. It rained for a few hours Saturday morning, poured even, but that eventually passed, and it was perfectly…
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I remember a conversation I had with my podiatrist back in 2007. And no, it wasn’t about my feet. We were standing in my parents’ living room during a party. He told me about his…
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