Palm Springs in the 90s wasn’t just a place — it was a phenomenon. Four straight weeks of chaos, music, and sunburnt bodies turning the desert into a living music video. In this episode of Unwritten, I take you right into the heat of it — the bumper-to-bumper strip filled with thumping bass, the thrill of jumping on the back of a stranger’s motorcycle, and the parties that could turn from movie scene to nightmare in seconds. From adrenaline highs to close calls that still make my stomach drop, this is the Spring Break story I’ll never forget.

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In this episode, I unpack the hilariously bizarre true story of a wealthy older man, a stack of Dodgers hats, matching jewelry, and what happens when performative generosity meets a woman who can’t be bought. From black car pickups to spirit beads from David Yurman, it all seemed charming — until it wasn’t.

Join me as I dive into “The Bracelet Diaries,” a wild ride through L.A. dating, intuition, emotional unavailability, and learning to laugh at red flags in hindsight.

💌 Spoiler alert: I mailed the gifts back. No return address.
Because sometimes the best closure comes in a USPS box.

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It started with a text — a Zillow listing of a house I hadn’t seen in decades.
But one glance, and I was transported back.

In this deeply personal episode, I return to 633 Forest Avenue — the yellow house in Wilmette, Illinois, where I lived as a twelve-year-old girl trying to outrun chaos. It was there, in the quiet corners of a stranger’s home, that I discovered safety, stillness, and the first glimmer of who I might become.

This is a story about the power of place, the quiet people who shape us, and the memories that linger long after the walls have been painted over.

Some homes give you shelter. Others give you your voice.

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