I talked with my mother last week. Of course, it started with a text message. Mom: Call me on your lunch! I need to hear your voice Like the dutiful child I am, I called her. We chatted between bites of a fabulous dish of leftover paneer tikka masala that I’d brought in for lunch.…
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I really hate this time of year. Nothing good happens at this time of year. Every morning at around 9am, I’ll get a notification from Facebook. You’ve got memories to look back on today! A lot of the time, it’s mundane bullshit from back in the day when checking in at a location on Foursquare…