During our last visit to see my folks, my father responded to a scene from my romantic memoir.
I quit my morally-questionable job and started dating a hippie.
"I was at my group meeting and I bragged to the other members about my daughter, the PUBLISHED AUTHOR."
He was a barista at the local coffee house. I had a crush on his roommate.
It was a week after the fact when she first noticed it growing.
A ploy to feign innocence.
I let my new mother-in-law read my memoir. Luckily, she enjoyed it.
Wow. That's a much nicer word than what I had in mind.
I attended a nabe party. There was beer involved.
Lucky for me, my passion was stronger than my pain.
One of the giraffes licked me with its gooey, purple prehensile tongue.
Dining at Iroha is one of my earliest memories from after my family moved to California.
I've been coming to Avatar's since they opened in 1989.
If you don't go to sleep, Santa won't come.
Why did I just tell her all that?
When I left Walgreens, I felt invincible.
Voting compassionately isn't always easy.
When I see hand gliders at Fort Funston, I'm reminded of a guy I used to know.
I love it when we come together over beautiful things.
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