During the last few weeks of bitter cold this year, Sam and I started to daydream incessantly about my warmer roots, wondering if the cold over here really is worth it when we have a built in community waiting for us in California. Finally, though, it feels like we’ve come out of it for good. …
Before I moved to New York, spring didn’t really register on my radar. In inland San Diego County, where I grew up, winter (a vaguely cold and damp 6-8 week period from about Christmas to Valentine’s Day) morphs slowly into the blazing hot six-month summer without any fanfare at all. You just wake up one …
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