Leave the flannel; take the Birkenstocks. So I told myself, standing over my already-overstuffed weekend bag at 3:00 a.m. on a recent Thursday morning.  It felt...wrong, not to take a flannel to Seattle.  But so my gut told me - leave the flannel, throw in the Birkenstocks.  So I did just that.  It was hard … Continue reading The land of flannel and chai