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An Aunting Expedition to SeaWorld (I TOUCHED a PENGUIN!)

Olivia, having not yet attained whatever age and height one must be to ride shotgun, had been relegated to the backseat. As we passed the first sign for SeaWorld, I heard a little gasp, and saw

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A New Stellar Order

I wrote this story about my awesome friend, Melissa Walter. There’s a an artistic universe squeezed into a little gallery space tucked between a residential home and a tattoo parlor on the eastern edge of North

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Pickled on a pickle (with Hendrick’s Gin)

A path of rose petals led us to the waiting area. Fresh croissants and an assortment of pastries and colorful cookies, along with porcelain teapots, cucumbers, and red roses were spread out on tiny wooden tables

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The Brain Trust Book Club

I recently joined an elite book club. There was a vetting process prior to my being invited to join this group of learned women — clearly, they were working off an inflated version of my qualifications.

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Two Harbors to… you know

After surfing the bucking bronco of the boat’s bow with the delight of a kid on a rollercoaster, I finally took the seat beside David. I’d forgotten how fast the Catalina Express could go, or maybe it only

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Dinner Party Two-Step

The people were new, but the dance was familiar. It was the same sort of structured dinner party freestyle where most of the people know only the host but not each other. Guests begin with showy

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Palomar Picnic

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to Palomar Mountain,” David said, for the third time in five minutes. “I could have sworn we went together.” “I said I don’t remember ever being there; you probably went

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Judgerella (Tantrums & Tiaras)

“Oh!” David said, in a way that meant I was supposed to ask, “What?” So I did. Still staring down at his phone, he said, “It’s an email from Megan from Adobe, we met her last

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Dick Cheese’s Audience Sucks

I pulled the car to the curb directly in front of the entrance to the House of Blues and congratulated myself for yet another punctuality coup. “The early bird gets the…nest,” I said to David with

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Pocket butler

David appeared beside me in our home office, presumably having followed the sound of my curses from the other room. “What’s up?” “It’s my laptop charger,” I said. “I’ve tried it in every outlet, and it’s

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