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This Broccoli’s Made For Wokin’.

“I wouldn’t mind picking up a wok while we’re here.”

I glanced at Mei, my dad’s wife, who happens to be Chinese and is also an amazing cook. I tried to gauge her reaction to my news, but her face was blank. The woman is intensely¬†nice, but she’s got a poker face that would make Clint Eastwood squirm during a friendly backyard game.¬† Read the rest of this gem…

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My Grandma Knew Style Before Style Was A Thing.

Some of you know that, as a freelancer, I occasionally photograph and write house tours for Apartment Therapy. My friend Jaime encouraged me to apply for the gig a couple of years ago, and my inner voyeur — the one who thinks dusk is the perfect time to walk the mutts because that’s when people turn their lights on but don’t close their drapes — leapt at the prospect of actually getting paid to look inside people’s houses.

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