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Wed, Mar 6, 2013, 9:32pm
The tone of incredulity is always the same, marked by slight differences in pitch and degrees of eyebrow-raising: “You play hockey?”
Wed, Feb 27, 2013, 11:08pm
You put your stuff in a bin and feed it to the conveyor belt of the metal detector. You walk through. You grab your cell phone and purse and wait for the rest of your family to emerge from the crowd.
Wed, Feb 20, 2013, 11:52pm
I sat beside my dad on the flour-dusted kitchen floor, waving away lingering traces of smoke. I don’t recall exactly how we got there, but there we were. We didn’t say much, but every few minutes we would glance at each other and stifle our laughter.
Thu, Feb 14, 2013, 2:05am
On the morning of Wednesday, Feb. 6, the United States Postal Service announced that, this coming August, it would stop delivering mail on Saturdays. I was sitting at the help desk in the Diana Center, where I work, when I heard the news. I felt close to tears—I love the USPS.
Wed, Feb 6, 2013, 11:59pm
Los Angeles Union Station is the closest you can get to a Grand Central of the “other” coast. The majestic old structure boasts Spanish stucco and missionary mosaics that perfectly typify the Westerns I used to re-enact as a kid.
Thu, Jan 31, 2013, 1:16am
“Hey, dude!”
Wed, Dec 5, 2012, 8:48pm
“Deserve Victory!” The poster reads backward through the mirror in my bedroom. I wake and find Winston Churchill’s round face and stubby finger pointing at me. I whip off my covers like a Band-Aid, walk over to the dresser, and set clothes on the bed.
Thu, Nov 29, 2012, 1:05am
Confession: I never took out the compost.
Wed, Nov 14, 2012, 11:31pm
I smoked for the first time at a pool party when I was 14. I was sitting cross-legged on a patch of dry grass in my dripping bathing suit when an older girl offered me a cigarette. I probably didn’t inhale correctly, and I disliked the ashy taste that lingered in my mouth afterward.
Wed, Nov 7, 2012, 10:42pm
The land of Israel forged our friendship. We met in a gap year program: I an American, she an Israeli. She introduced herself as Danielle, but that sounded all-too-familiar for the foreign being she was. Instead, I chose to call her by her last name: Mazuz [Mah-zooz].

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