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Recently, a friend was planning on making dinner for a female friend he was entertaining. They'd seen each other a few times, and he'd offered to cook for her. I asked him if she cooked as well, to which he replied that she didn't, and it started me wondering what people do if they aren't making food to seduce a new partner ( Read more... )

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A few months back, I was talking with a friend about the metamorphosis I've been undergoing this year and my decision to return to my unmarried name. (The term "maiden name," while traditional, seems to me to have too much negative connotation to it - as though being a single woman were somehow inferior to being married, or that, heavens forbid, I ( Read more... )

 That's what a friend texted me when I said that I was listening to the early 80's new wave band Modern English play "Melt with You" today at the Sausalito Art Festival. OK, yes, it's kind of sad that this band, whose pretty much only hit was a big part of the soundtrack to my high school years, was playing to a crowd at an art festival. The single ( Read more... )

Today we had a New York Times photographer in the bakery, taking pictures for an upcoming story in T Magazine. Really cool. But the guys left shortly after I'd gotten there to spend much of the day shooting the bakery's owners, Chad and Liz. They eventually came back, near the end of my day, to shoot the two of them working in the bakery. Sadly, ( Read more... )

This morning I found myself browsing around a small, independent bookstore, the kind that's being rendered obsolete by amazon.com, Borders, and, more recently, e-readers. Big stores like Borders overwhelm me; there are just too many books, too many categories. The size of this store, probably less than a thousand square feet, means that the owners ( Read more... )

The art of staging a house for sale must be a fine one, blending subtle psychological tricks with items carefully selected, tastefully arranged, and seemingly thematic, if my experience is any barometer ( Read more... )

As the date when my house goes on the market draws closer, and I cross another item off of my to-do list, I take another step in the process of detaching from my home. Whenever I move a piece of furniture, it stirs up a cloud of memories, along with the dust kitties ( Read more... )