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Visiting the past
I spent a week in Sunnyvale, CA, with my closest, dearest, longest-standing (don’t want to say oldest) friend, S, and her husband W/M (complicated). She and I met when we were 11 years old, and our first meeting was not auspicious. At least, not for me.
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On the west coast…
I remember so many years, living in California, when I felt out of the loop because I was three hours behind my east coast friends, and eight hours behind my England folks, and immediate communication was not in the books. Living on the east coast, I am usually between the time zones, meaning I can…
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Memories of past lives
I’ve been wandering around Palo Alto the past few days, seeking out my old haunts. And, seeking out my former residences. I had tallied 27 unique addresses that I had lived in for a minimum of 3 months, by the time I left home for college at the age of 17.
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Discharge plan: to jail
My first real job in the health care field was an internship I participated in as an undergraduate. I worked for a summer at the Family Practice Residency Program of Natividad Medical Center in Salinas, CA. A few years prior to my internship, one of the residents had noticed that there were an unusual number of…
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A meaningful fast
This past week was intense for me, in more ways that I can quite put together. Even though this post is likely to be too long, I don’t think I’ll be able to fully express why, but I’ll give it a go… We had a very busy weekend last weekend, which resulted in the unusual…
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Away from boys
I’m at SFO, waiting for my flight to return home after a weekend in the Bay Area, revisiting old haunts, and reconnecting with former classmates at my high school’s 30(!) reunion. This trip has been fraught with flight delays and reshedules – to the point that I thought “This is a sign that I shouldn’t…