My third grade teacher, Mrs. Henderson, told my mother I got “frisky” in the springtime. In junior high, once April hit, I had a habit of developing deep, unrequited crushes on possibly inappropriate young men. In particular, exotic-looking 9th grade track team members who lived too far away for me to stroll casually past their house. In high school, as soon as the weather was warm enough, my friends and I would take late-night drives to local Lake Erie beaches, staying out way past curfew and possibly drinking entire 2-liters of Sun Country Wine Coolers in assorted flavors. Ah, Sun Country, the taste of lost innocence. In college, there was Spring Break and basketball and late nights, knowing our group of friends wouldn’t have the luxury of seeing each other 24/7 for a few months.
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At the end of college, I had a perfect day. An election campaign on which I worked was incredibly successful and, when I walked back to my apartment after getting the results, I found my acceptance to law school waiting in the mailbox. It was a Friday, so at 4:45, I walked into my local bar to meet my friends, most of whom were graduating in a few short weeks. The world was limitless, the future was full of possibility, I was surrounded by people I cared about and there were no barriers to what we could do.
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Today I am sharing with you my go-to pasta recipe. We eat this meal at least once a month, not only because it is delicious, but also because it is so easy to make. Everyone should have a go-to recipe that you make when you are tired and hungry, that only takes a few ingredients that you usually keep in your pantry. I think the original recipe came from Emeril, and I have tweaked it throughout the years. Continue reading
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Let’s Play a Game.
Here at Crasstalk we love the movies. Oscar contenders, summer tent-poles, independent releases, documentaries, even frivolous guilty pleasures we won’t admit to enjoying. Continue reading
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