The year was maybe 1965. My dad’s job involved transforming a Southern California strawberry farm into a housing development. Families were invited to “pick all you want berries” on a festive day prior to plowing the field under. Our family of seven had a Country Squire Station Wagon. With all the seats down and five [...]
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Somebody tell me: why does any vacation now result in me coming home with a “muffin top” (aka pot belly)? I’m technically a lean-ish person, but lately, yikes. Even places with not great food, I channel Miss Piggy. Thus, when we get back home to our “grind of choice” (as my friend, Cathi calls it), [...]
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