I could mull over the paradox that is “America’s Finest City,” or what I lovingly refer to as Paradise: palm trees and NIMBY pettiness; temperate climes and a questionable, tenacious city attorney; luxury housing and chronic homelessness; or cutting edge schools and an on-going disparity in achievement between African American and Latino students, and Caucasian…
Tag: Gratitude
House Sitters and Sexy Party Gifts
I think the first trip my husband and I took together was to Las Vegas. Neither of us had ever been, and I’m not sure what prompted it, but off we went to end up at a fairly seedy hotel and casino somewhere off The Strip and that no longer exists. We drove across the…
I found a way to post. Yes!
We made it to Tahoe, and clearly, I’ve found a computer. Do I get points for that? I should. But I can’t be rude and sit here talking to you (as much as I’d like to.) We’re planning our time here. There are lovely things to do. If only I could afford it. You should…
Where in Hell did the day go this time?
Do you know what’s worse than being a dedicated blogger, don’t you? Being a dedicated cook. A cook with a cooking blog. And what could possibly top that? Having said blogs and having your husband at home for a week. It isn’t that he’s here that causes the problem — it’s the hopping and moving…
Sucking it up (and in) for an ocean swim.
My friend called yesterday to see if I’d like to go for a swim at The Cove early this morning. We could do that first, rinse off in the showers, then drive up to visit a friend who has adopted a brand new baby. “How early?” I asked. “6:45? It’s not that cold. You get…
How Mameve Medwed saved my summer reading life
About that pile of books I’m supposed to be reading… Some time ago while I was reading through others’ blogs, I spied the cover of a book in a sidebar. If I remember correctly, there was somewhat of a tease in the caption encouraging me to receive the book free if I was willing to…