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Marika Cahn
I'm Swedish. And American too. I blog. I think that's it.
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I go to a really fun dance class on Wednesday nights, Wet Wednesdays, and will sometimes find myself at Bar Stella afterwords for a well deserved drink. This particular night, a couple of months ago now, I couldn't get the bartender's attention, even in the skimpy top I was wearing,... Continue reading
Posted Jun 1, 2013 at My First...
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Music is everything to me. If someone asked me what is the one thing I couldn't live without, it's music. Nothing makes me happier than to sing and dance, and there will always be a part of me that wishes I could have made my life all about music. Don't... Continue reading
Posted Mar 31, 2013 at My First...
Marika Cahn added a favorite at practical and meaningful
Mar 26, 2013
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This is a weird first. But I had a session with a new astrologer recently and found out I'm a Scorpio and not a Sagittarius as I have believed my whole life. It was so upsetting to me that I couldn't focus on anything else he said. (It was good... Continue reading
Posted Mar 17, 2013 at My First...
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A cute young gentleman dared me to knit him a sweater a couple of months ago, after I had uncomplimented the one he was wearing a few too many times. In my defense, I was quite drunk and really just wanted him to take the sweater off, so insulting it... Continue reading
Posted Mar 3, 2013 at My First...
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I had a feeling that would grab your attention. It certainly grabbed mine. It sounded really fun and a little dirty when my friend Karen suggested it, so I decided to tag along, being adventurous and open to the somewhat unclean. It felt like it was time to try something... Continue reading
Posted Feb 19, 2013 at My First...
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About two weeks before I voted, I realized I hadn't received anything in the mail and started to panic. I've looked forward to this day for years, and it would be so typical if I didn't get to. I feel really strongly that if you live in a country, that... Continue reading
Posted Dec 2, 2012 at My First...
Marika Cahn is now following Ben Wise
Nov 20, 2012
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I have this friend, Assaf, who is always beyond appalled when an LA landmark or east side hipster place comes up in conversation, and I haven't been there. So when he suggested we take the Metro to The Black Keys at Staples Center the other week, I wasn't going to... Continue reading
Posted Oct 21, 2012 at My First...
Marika Cahn added a favorite at practical and meaningful
Oct 1, 2012
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The camping idea was one of the things someone put on my Forty By Forty list, but I weaseled my way out of it because I had a picture in my mind of what camping was like. And it wasn't a pretty picture. An army type tent and you struggle... Continue reading
Posted Sep 10, 2012 at My First...
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I've been blessed to experience love in my life. A lot of love, and in fact, it started sort of early, so I wasn't sure who I'd write about until a few months ago, when I found a diary from 1986 which detailed my meeting and ultimately falling for the... Continue reading
Posted Sep 9, 2012 at My First...
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I had an internship at The Jewish Journal while I was in college. I was majoring in Political Science because I was fascinated with American politics, but I had always been a writer at heart, and wanted to see if I could minor in Journalism. An internship at a paper... Continue reading
Posted Sep 2, 2012 at My First...
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I have a complicated relationship with the Pacific Ocean. I'm singling the Pacific Ocean out because it's overwhelmingly powerful, temperamental and super salty. And because I had what I refer to as a "near death" experience in it. You know, one of those experiences when you're drowning, and your significant... Continue reading
Posted Aug 26, 2012 at My First...
Marika Cahn added a favorite at practical and meaningful
Aug 20, 2012
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I was about 15 when I walked into my Mom and stepdad's bedroom with a tray of tea. If I remember correctly, it was a Sunday, and I think my Mom and I were going to hang out and read in her bed. As I walked in, she put the... Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2012 at My First...
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I fought a lot with my older brother growing up. Or rather, he would hit me if he found out I had been in his room, or even worse, worn one of his sweaters to school. In the eighties, oversized sweaters were all the rage, so naturally, I had tapped... Continue reading
Posted Sep 21, 2011 at My First...
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I love heartbreaks. I know. Sounds crazy. It wasn't always that way, but after navigating through quite a few, the experience has not just settled with me, but also settled me. There's something beautiful that happens when I have my heart broken. Or, as a result of it. I feel... Continue reading
Posted Aug 7, 2011 at My First...
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This is a hard one. My heart is already heavy and I haven't started yet. When this was first added to my list, I wasn't sure what I'd write about. I wasn't sure I had ever been bullied. But as I've been writing more and more about my childhood and... Continue reading
Posted Jul 31, 2011 at My First...
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We had been planning it for almost a week. The getting drunk part, not the hangover. I don't even think I knew what a hangover was, but supposedly getting drunk was fun so that's what we were going for. I'm not sure exactly who was in and who was out,... Continue reading
Posted Jul 24, 2011 at My First...
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This seems weird to say, but losing my virginity was a two-parter of sorts. There was the time I tried to have sex, but was unsuccessful, and the time it worked, probably partially because I had tried once before. I apologize in advance to those of you who will think... Continue reading
Posted Jul 17, 2011 at My First...
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There was probably a time when I was very young, and did something date-like with a boy in Sweden, but since I didn't really understand or participate in the concept of dating until I arrived in the United States, I thought I should write about what I consider my first... Continue reading
Posted Jul 11, 2011 at My First...
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The word "lillebror" means little brother in Swedish. Getting a younger sibling, after having been the youngest for seven years was a powerful experience. I had a younger sister, Jessica, but she lived in the south of Sweden with my father and his new wife Monika, so this was my... Continue reading
Posted Jul 3, 2011 at My First...
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I remember it well. I was fourteen and it was a stolen cigarette. I had taken it from my mother's pack, which she kept in the fridge. The brand was Prince and I think it was a Swedish brand because I've never seen them anywhere else. Friends from school were... Continue reading
Posted Jun 26, 2011 at My First...
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The red and white gingham checkered pillow. I loved that thing. I leaned on it in my stroller, slept on it, and also did this other weird thing with it. I didn't just suck my thumb as a little girl, but sucked my thumb and also managed to shove my... Continue reading
Posted Jun 20, 2011 at My First...