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It was more than just a cake; it was an architectural marvel.
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There I am, waiting for my shampoo to begin, when my sister emerges from behind the curtain at the back of the salon.
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He was my first crush. Cubby O’Brian played the drums on The Mickey Mouse Club. Much to my dismay, he was always paired up with Karen*, who had pretty blonde curls. I didn’t look anything like this: Not me. No way. When I saw an article in the SF Chronicle about the Disney Family Museum,…
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Or, more accurately: Time captured in a batch of letters. After my mother passed away in 2007, my sister and I found a stash of letters tucked away in my mom’s old cedar hope chest, along with some of what we assumed was her honeymoon lingerie. What a find! I’d forgotten about the letters, but…
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While I enjoyed talking about eight days of presents, what I didn't talk about was how many of my gifts were practical things, like, oh, socks, for example.
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Once we were six, and now we are five. First cousins. We lined up like this: my sister, the oldest; the only boy; two of us born a few months apart; the middle of three sisters; and the baby. We posed for pictures together from the time we were toddlers. In the beginning, there were…
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When I was an adult, I found a little blue booklet with a few pages of notes written by my mother. She had filled in my name, my date of birth, weight, doctor's name, and a list of which shots I was given and when, with a reference to how much and what kind of formula I was fed. End of story.
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Those eyes, the black turtlenecks, the bon mots and literary references...Ilya was smart and sexy and mysterious.
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The Children's Room became my domain. This is where I first started reading about Beezus and Ramona, Mrs. Piggle Wiggle, Amelia Earhart, Emma Lazarus,The All-of-a-Kind Family, Charlotte, Nancy Drew, and the magic stories of Edward Eager.
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Throughout my childhood, Grampa Mike was always there : birthdays, holidays, ordinary days...and he used to show up with a flat of eggs and maybe some roses that were a little past their prime.
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The Enchanted Castle Cake
Prompted By Recipes
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A Visit from my Sister
Prompted By Dreams
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M-I-C…K-E-Y… M-O-U-S-E!
Prompted By Children's TV Shows
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Time in a Bottle
Prompted By Snail Mail
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Nu? So It’s Christmas
Prompted By Holidaze
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We Are Family
Prompted By Cousins
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Who Wrote the Book of Love?
Prompted By Baby Books
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Crush Redux
Prompted By The Crush
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A Place of Wonder
Prompted By Libraries
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He Was the Egg Man
Prompted By An Unforgettable Person
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