Month: March 2025

Grabby Guy’s Goodness

Posted in bar fight, best, Boston, dancing, dating, friends, grad school, helpful strangers, humor, marriage, relationshipsLeave a comment

(re-run) Brenda was a lonely grad student at Tufts in Boston. She was tired of dating and was thinking of getting her doctorate in nutrition after she got her Master’s degree. Brenda’s two roommates, who were also a couple, told Brenda she needed a night out to go dancing. Brenda got ready and then waited… Continue reading Grabby Guy’s Goodness

Taking Stock of the Garden

Posted in drought, drought-tolerant plants, Facebook, flowers, garden, Girl Scout camp, humor, memoir, native plants, porch, rats, rose, trees, wisteria, yardLeave a comment

(re-run) Four years ago today, my garden was in full bloom. I know this because Facebook showed me my garden photos from 2019. The plants are way behind this year from all the rain and wind storms. The roses aren’t blooming yet. The wisteria has just started to bloom. The potted plants either drowned in… Continue reading Taking Stock of the Garden

One Week Until Daylight Savings, Two Weeks Until Spring

Posted in blizzard, dancing, Daylight Savings, live music, March, memoir, pandemic, spring, TahoeLeave a comment

(re-run) There’s a blizzard going on in Tahoe right now, a late winter dump of snow. We had rain for three days, thunder and lightning in the middle of the night. Daisy Dog hid under the bed. Looking outside the window, I see gray skies and leafless trees, except for the pines. One ornamental plum… Continue reading One Week Until Daylight Savings, Two Weeks Until Spring

Get Some Facetime

Posted in California, cell phones, high school, humor, memoir, Millennials, relationships, school, school shooting, student march, vote, waiting roomLeave a comment

(re-run) As I stepped into the waiting room of my chiropractor’s office, three women and one guy were looking down at their cell phones, sitting in a symmetrical pattern amongst the u-shaped chairs. Feeling giddy from my fifty-five minute massage I said,” Well, this looks like a blog post to me! You’re all on your… Continue reading Get Some Facetime

The Sunday After

Posted in #MeToo, aging, best, California, Christine Blasey Ford, daughter, girlfriends, mass shootings, memoir, neighbors, parents, party, rape, relationships, sexual assault, sleepover, worstLeave a comment

(re=run) No dogs were walked, no outside balls were thrown, and no outdoor chores got done, including painting my new white locking mailbox gray to blend in the neighbors’ 45 year old boxes, and cleaning up the hedge and pine needles strewn across the greenbelt next to my property. Yes, it seems silly to have… Continue reading The Sunday After

We Need a Lemon Law, Mr. Trump

Posted in cars, congress, firsts, house of representatives, lemon law, memoir, politics, president, women's march, worstLeave a comment

(re-run from 2018) When a person buys a new or used car, and it gives the new owner nothing but problems in its first year, in many states, after three attempts to repair it, the owner can return the vehicle. Consumers everywhere are protected by the Magnuson-Moss Warranty Act, the Federal Lemon Law which applies… Continue reading We Need a Lemon Law, Mr. Trump

Where’s the Beef?

Posted in bacon, beef, Beyond Burger, California, climate change, Costco, cows, energy, food, Iowa, memoir, Millennials, nursing home, pescatarian, plants, sister, Thanksgiving, vegetarianLeave a comment

(re-run) My sister fell out of her recliner at her nursing home (board and care home, actually) and landed on her face and glasses. The glasses were badly bent, so I needed to go to Costco on the DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING to see if they would bend them back into shape with their magical optical… Continue reading Where’s the Beef?