Miranda was back in Palo Alto for the first time in 15 years. She was here to sell her parents’ house, the one she had grown up in during the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s.
As she walked down University Avenue, she reflected on her conversation with her niece Christi. Very concerned about money and survival, Christi had decided to marry a rich, slightly autistic tech start-up maven whom she did not love.
Buddhist monks bring peace to downtown Palo Alto