
The moment I opened my eyes on our last morning in Hawaii, I reached for my phone. Squinting and blinking, I typed out a groggy reminder: “3 candy bars + 4 blocks cream cheese.” Not exactly what most…

The moment I opened my eyes on our last morning in Hawaii, I reached for my phone. Squinting and blinking, I typed out a groggy reminder: “3 candy bars + 4 blocks cream cheese.” Not exactly what most…

On the eve of our vacation, Mom raced to Target for a few last-minute airplane snacks. Since going mostly gluten-free, she mainly munches on cocoa-coated almonds, dried fruit, and dark chocolate. (Yes, chocoholism is genetic!)

My brother is amazing. Seriously. I’ve known it for years, but I kept it to myself growing up (sibling stuff and all that). He aces all of his classes, composes his own music, and when it comes to coding,…

After our return flight from Kauai landed last Monday, I glanced down at my toes as I stepped off the plane. They were bright white, pale as ghosts, and completely numb. Thanks for the wintery rain, San Francisco… It’s…

Steep trails, slick rocks, and sticky red mud… Sound dangerous? Yeah, I thought so too. But we and 17,000 other tourists ignored our common sense and set aside a day to hike the Nā Pali Coast.

On every tropical trip, my family walked over to the extravagant Hyatt hotel in the late afternoon on Tuesdays and Saturdays. (We stayed in condos nearby; we were too messy to spend a week cramped in one tiny room!)…

Although not much of a picky eater growing up, I hated when foods touched on my plate. I only classified a few combinations as “acceptable”: butter and mashed potatoes, maple syrup and pancakes, chocolate sauce and ice cream. But…

This recipe is dedicated to my grandpa. Growing up, my grandparents flew out to visit us once or twice a year. During every visit, Grandpa would bang around in the kitchen one morning after drinking his coffee, pulling out…

One Saturday during high school, my friend showed up on my doorstep holding a square white shoebox. “My boyfriend baked cheesecake!” she bragged as I peeked inside. “It’s amazing; he’s practically a gourmet chef!”

Four weeks ago, I found a puffy envelope in my mailbox. California summoned me for my first official jury duty! Bright and (too) early last Monday morning, I stumbled up the courthouse steps, passed through security, and immediately heard…