The smell of fresh baked bread follows me home
Waking up a Saturday morning in August and it’s already 70 degrees in East Oakland. It’s 9 in the morning and before it gets hotter, I grab my little Chihuahua, Night, and head east on […]
Waking up a Saturday morning in August and it’s already 70 degrees in East Oakland. It’s 9 in the morning and before it gets hotter, I grab my little Chihuahua, Night, and head east on […]
Open a dictionary, flip to the “R” section, and I’m certain that under “resilience” you will find a reference to my mother. You know how they say that people have a tendency to give their […]
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