Nachos have always perplexed me. From a grammar perspective, are Nachos singular or plural? Any AP or Chicago Style snobs willing to settle this debate—I heart you. Nachos are also one of those foods that…
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Part 2 of 4 Part 1: Motion Sickness Part 2: “Jew eat?…No. Jew?” Part 3: So Gay Sorbet with Grandma Shirley Part 4: Adulthood Begins: The UCLA Dorms My father ended up purchasing the silver…
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It was a rainy San Francisco Saturday. Jonathan was gone on business, I was on the second of six films I’d selected for a Diane Keaton marathon I’d curated the night before, and there were…
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There I was, standing over the photographer’s table with two small plates, one in each hand, of mini desserts piled high and delicately balanced. I was on my way back to the “college friends” table…
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The movie Clueless is one of my all-time favorites! Not only does it speak to me, because I was a prepubescent teen in the 90s, the decade it masterfully satirizes, but it also speaks to…
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I actually get mini anxiety attacks when I sit down at a restaurant and have to decide on just one dish. It’s torture! It’s bad for me and it’s bad for my waistline; which in…
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After eating my weight in Chinese food over the course of three days in Hong Kong, I found myself feeling bloated and gross while waiting to board the plane back to San Francisco. So naturally,…
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