Living in an area that’s shrouded in fog June through August, it’s hard to feel as though you’re really experiencing summer—I wore boots the other day. But the weird thing about the Monterey Peninsula is that…
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I’d like to report that although we live 3,000 miles away from our Italian side of the family, Alex and I are doing a splendid job of teaching Lucas about the other half of his culture.…
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Yesterday I got a voicemail from my doctor’s office. They wanted to know if I could come in an hour before today’s appointment to get some x-rays done on my back. If my voicemail were a…
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Or very nearly do. I’d categorize this latest bout of stress and anxiety brought on by the BlogHer conference as a “near-miss.” Over the last week, I bit off a little more salami than I could…
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Being Italian means God blesses you in the ass department. He may handicap you with a pushy mom and inordinate amounts of facial hair, but he gives you a nice ass to make up for it.…
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Before I get this started, I’ve got to make a few corrections to the headline. Not all of us were drunk, and not all of us are middle-aged, but you’ll forgive me if I flubbed. Four…
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I was already well past childhood when I first discovered Harry Potter. A friend introduced me in college and insisted that it would be one of the best reads of my life. Since I had a…
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I’ve been a writer for a long time. I published my first article back in 2001, so it’s been 13 years as a professional. But it stretches back much longer than that. Because anyone who writes…
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Yesterday was a bit of a bummer. I posted an article on xoJane about the Free People ad, and I got a fair amount of flack for it in the comments section. It’s the Internet, so…
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I came to First Street Coffee in Gilroy to get some work done. I’ve got a few hours between boring adult appointments, and I figured I’d curl up at a coffee house, sip on a cappuccino,…
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