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Her name was Jessica. She was my first frenemy and she one-upped me in everything. She had the Little Mermaid lunchbox before I did and a gay best...
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My first spring in Seattle and I’m already learning what it means to get ‘hit’ by the passing season. Coming from California, where spring i...
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I never was a Girl Scout, but I sure loved those Thin Mints. Being a family of immigrants, we never quite got into the whole Girl Scout thing, but a...
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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 ...
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Dear Amy, I'm sorry I never published your poetry in our literary magazine because I said it was full of cliches. I was the gatekeeper and what I ...
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For as long as I can remember, my dad has always ordered the same drink from the airplane beverage cart: tomato juice, plain and simple. My dad, w...
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How was your Thanksgiving? Did you overdose on pie and turkey? We spent the holiday practically snowed in in Lake Tahoe. It was a perfect wint...
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Discovery is one of the greatest gifts life has to offer. Occasions when we as adults feel like we've tried something for the first time are truly...
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Melissa is a wonderful blog friend whom I admire very much. Over the year (ish?) that I've known her, she's been incredibly supportive of Turntabl...
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My sophomore year of college, I had a revelation: that I had the power to feed myself. And I'm not talking about grabbing burritos from the local ...