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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I remember my first fish taco experience like it was yesterday. I was seven years old, and my mother had just picked me up from my Saturday morning gymnastics class. “Yes,” I used to take…
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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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