If Napa is considered the sophisticated mother of AVAs (American Viticultural Areas) then Sonoma is your favorite eccentric pot-smoking hippie aunt. It’s this bohemian valley; a community that’s artistic, irreverent, sprawling, and unapologetic about its…
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It doesn’t matter how old I get, because it’s inevitable…. every year at Thanksgiving Day dinner someone will ask, usually my mother, “so what is everyone thankful for?” And as mawkishly sentimental as it feels,…
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Believe it or not, I remember my bris. I know I was less than a week old when it happened, but it seems strange that any man would forget the day a complete stranger comes…
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