Global Flavors: Mexico, My Mexico

Global Flavors: Mexico, My Mexico

by Gretchen Hanson The San Diego of my childhood was not the glossy high rises of the center city or the quaint architecture of the Gas Lamp District. It was a gritty border town of often unpaved roads, homes that were little more than adobe covered cement and mangy coyotes who ate your unwatched cats. In huge tracts of brush, immigrants without the protection of documentation were living hard. Bars were on every main street corner and often smelled of…

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Living My Best Life – A Journey with Chronic Pain

Living My Best Life – A Journey with Chronic Pain

by Kerry Kijewski It’s said that chronic pain is a neurological syndrome, a switch which gets flipped on in the brain at some point, resulting from some kind of trauma to the body. Chronic pain has gone on to be a part of me for coming up on twenty years (nearly half my life). I could go on and on trying to figure out the how and the why of all of the pain I feel, but since finding a…

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Digging In: Archaeologist Taylor Kendra Reaches Into the Past

Digging In: Archaeologist Taylor Kendra Reaches Into the Past

Lauren Jonik: When people think of archaeology, often the first thing that comes to mind is a swash-buckling adventure like in Indiana Jones. What is it really like being on an archaeological dig? Taylor Kendra: Well there are a lot less whips and Nazis, that’s for sure. And, to the best of my knowledge, Indiana Jones never had to trim a baulk or map a top-plan. It’s a lot less glamorous than Hollywood would have you believe, but that feeling…

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Chocolate snobs don’t eat milk chocolate (and other myths, debunked)

Chocolate snobs don’t eat milk chocolate (and other myths, debunked)

by Megan Giller I have a confession: I love milk chocolate. It was my first love, and it’s often my treat of choice—but as a writer specializing in chocolate, it’s a fact I only whisper to close friends after making sure the room isn’t bugged. That’s because for years milk chocolate has gotten the shaft. In fact, for years you weren’t considered a serious chocoholic if you ate anything with milk in it. I can’t tell you how many times…

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Loving America is painful when America’s love is unequal

Loving America is painful when America’s love is unequal

by Gretchen Hanson I love my country. When I was a child I canvassed door to door for George McGovern. I must have been incredibly cute in strawberry blond pigtails with my patent leather Mary Jane’s and, my basket full of red, white and blue pamphlets, and strawberry blond pigtails knocking on doors in Southern California. I had listened to the evening news with Walter Cronkite every night of my short little life and as that generation did, I believed…

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