We were together at twilight time. As we strolled, holding hands after Cadillac margaritas and carne asada fajitas at our neighborhood...

My friend Bess spoke wistfully the other day saying “I wish there were more days in July…” As the month ends and August approaches, that...

One day recently, I spent more time in my kitchen than I have collectively over the last six years. It began around my birthday in May....

1. My father freaked out when he heard "All Shook Up" and saw the gyrations 2. So did I... 3. Couldn’t quite keep up with Baz...

I look forward to the Fourth of July celebration in my neighborhood at Fern’s impressive sweeping perch where all three of the major San...

Who doesn’t love the Impressionists? Those light-filled, loosely brush-worked, fleeting-moments kind of rock star artists who together...

Something kind of crazy happens to me when the lazy, hazy days of summer begin. I want to bury myself, not in the sand, but in a great...

Today, I spent the morning cleaning and polishing my dining room chandelier. It’s industrial design featuring ninety-six crystalline...

David first introduced me to the plant based Beyond Burger four years ago. Having been a vegetarian for twenty years, I had gone...

The stirring, captivating, and extraordinary music of Eva Cassidy floats through the air in my home as I write. I have listened to her...

“So what was the highlight of your Texas Trip this year,” my spirited longtime closest Texas friend asked as she edged her sleek black...

How well I remember my father, a jovial long-legged athletic sort, pine away over his golf-game-bucket-list-item. Dad lusted after, not...

Join me at the San Diego Decameron Project Anthology Book Launch on Monday, March 21st at 6:30 pm at the Central Library. Inspired by The...

Via Zoom, Jan, my good Duplicate-bridge-playing-friend, said, “Can we take a break? I want a V-8.” We did. When we resumed, I heard the...

Can it be possible that the seemingly endless scourge that has gripped our lives for more than two years is finally surrendering to...

Just as the urge to gather pinecones and sip hot chocolate comes over me each autumn, an overwhelming compulsion to get my hands dirty...

Last year's post worth another look. And wanted to share a gift on Valentine's - news of the a upcoming exhibit from The San Diego Museum...

Geez. I still smell like I spent the night with an unwashed mechanic…oily and garage-like. Stridently attacking my Five Lists 2022, ...

I am an incurable list maker—never more in my sweet spot than at the beginning of the New Year when it’s time to write resolutions....