Tag: 2025
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Doris: a love story

In the beginning, there was Doris, and it was lit. Sure, I’d had stuffed animals before: ever since I’d told my 10th grade homeroom that I liked them, every Secret Santa exchange, Teacher Appreciation Week, and birthday yielded countless new plushie friends. Sure, some of them endeared themselves enough to earn names and prime real…
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the simple joy of a single bag

I’m sitting at Gate 29 at Oakland Airport, pondering one of life’s biggest mysteries: Why is packing so hard? Why do I, faced with eleven T-shirts, three pairs of jeans, and six variations on the same flannel, waste time waffling between countless permutations before inevitably defaulting to my tried-and-true favorites? Why do I always brush…
