If my life turned out the way I wanted when I was younger I would have been blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big-boobed and pale-skinned like all the other Southern California robots I grew up. I love my brown hair and eyes, and I love my tan that never goes away. As a…
One of my favorite memories I have with my late father-in-law was when we spent a whirlwind day trip in New York City. It was on the day before New Year’s Eve, a Sunday, and I’ll never forget the energy that vibrated through the city. I’m so grateful to have…
When a writer only has an audience of five — and I think one of them might have wandered off somewhere so I may be down to four — it is easy for her to forget that she should announce Enormous News for the rest of her imaginary audience. It…
It’s the time of year when I play in the dirt and marvel at the new life growing under the huddles masses of Otter Pop wrappers, solicitor fliers and dead leaves that crawled under my shrubs to wait out the winter and never came out. I don’t know who in…
There’s a reason why I hate Valentine’s Day. It has nothing to do with being spurned by a lover or being single on The Big Day. There is no connection between my distaste for the holiday and a tragedy — though having a horrific allergic reaction to quinoa should be…
I am not one to wish when I have all I need to be happy. I have travelled to the other side of a blown candle and I starlight and bright each day with my children. My love for the people I love is carried away with paper…
