It was sometime after New Year’s, and the sous vide I had given Jim for Christmas bubbled merrily in the background. (His name wasn’t really Jim. I really did buy him a $238 sous vide.) It had only been a couple of weeks since our first Tinder date, but we were already talking about moving to New York together.
This kind of impulsivity isn’t usually my style—nor is giving expensive presents this early in the relationship—but I had endured the sudden demise of a three-year relationship earlier...
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The front page of the West Austin News features my stories about the illustrious Bryker Neighborhood and the 40th Anniversary of a beloved Presbyterian day care.