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Shiny Happy Boxes . . .

December 13th, 2007
by Kiara Brinkman

 

SAN FRANCISCO, CA-

 

Filecabinets

 

I try to avoid going into the Container Store, because I have a compulsion to organize.  I like pretty, expensive boxes, and I enjoy storing new files in my file cabinet.  Left to my own devices, I would probably have a home full of boxes within boxes.  (more…)


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And Now I Really Want a Dog, But I Can’t Get One– At Least Not Yet

September 12th, 2007
by Kiara Brinkman

SAN FRANCISCO, CA-

Dog_on_wheels

 

I’ve had many pets, but never a dog (not even a toy dog on wheels).  So, when my friend asked me to dogsit for a few days and I agreed, I wasn’t sure what to expect. (more…)


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Starstruck: Unexpected Reactions to Chance Encounters

June 30th, 2007
by Kiara Brinkman

SAN FRANCISCO, CA-

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About a year-and-a-half ago, back when I was living in Los Angeles, my friend and I were on our way to dinner and, a block from my apartment, who should run across the street right in front of our car, but Macaulay Culkin. 

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How I Became a Writer, and Some Other Jobs I Considered Along the Way

May 17th, 2007
by Kiara Brinkman

SAN FRANCISCO, CA-

Typewriter

 

This summer I’ll be going on my first book tour.  I’m a little anxious about reading in public– I mean, I know I can do it, but I’m good at worrying, and I have a couple of long months to doubt myself. 

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In Search of the Lost Memory Museum

April 24th, 2007
by Kiara Brinkman

SAN FRANCISCO, CA-

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I have a thing for photo albums. Not just my own, or the neat rows and rows of them at my grandmother’s house, but anyone’s. At thrift stores and friends’ apartments, I risk getting absorbed for hours in other people’s memories.

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