Years ago I was at a friend’s milestone birthday party at her gorgeous home in San Francisco. My friend was a graphic designer and had a pretty fantastic art collection. Her taste leaned modern but eclectic, and so it was...

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I am not a cryer. Which is why I was surprised to find myself silently weeping for a solid half hour as I finished reading “A Man Called Ove”. As I sat there asking myself “Why are you crying?” I...

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