The Crack in my Face

Because my son moved in, I changed bathrooms. He gets the new one at the other end of the house, and I get the hallway one with the skylight and window (the master bathroom is a cave). I was putting on my make-up the other day with daylight coming in. There it was, a huge… Continue reading The Crack in my Face

Whole Court Shake-up

Ten years ago, I moved to the best little court in my town, in the suburbs of the Bay Area.  At the time, it was a court filled with girls – two grade-school girls across the street (they moved in five months after I did), two same-aged girls next to them, a baby girl bordering… Continue reading Whole Court Shake-up

My Three-quarter Bike Ride

I was the one that suggested the bike ride.  My adult children don’t spend enough time outdoors or get enough exercise. They do like to ride the Iron Horse trail, an easy, shady railroad right of way that connects towns up and down the I- 680 corridor. I knew I had them when I suggested… Continue reading My Three-quarter Bike Ride

The Whole-house Shake-up

My son is moving in.  I offered him the bedroom furthest from mine, so that he can make a sandwich at midnight, and I can sleep through it. It was my sewing room, filled to the brim. On Monday my helper woman took the twin bed apart in the bedroom closest to mine.  Then she… Continue reading The Whole-house Shake-up

The Neighbors, the Loose Pitbull, and the Daily Pooper

We bought a house on a street that was a long court with two courts coming off of it. We were up at the top, and it was a great and safe place for my kids to walk our greyhound mix dog. Until it wasn’t. “That was a short walk,” I said when they trooped… Continue reading The Neighbors, the Loose Pitbull, and the Daily Pooper

Worst Mom Ever

As a mother, choose your words and actions carefully, for eighteen years! Mom to three grown children, I still hear about the horrible things I said and the awful things I did to them as children. Oldest daughter with her dad’s dark heavy eyebrows: me, to her as a teen, “You might want to pluck… Continue reading Worst Mom Ever

Musical Cleaning Day (waiting for plumber)

I am cleaning today. The plumber said he’d be by mid-morning, but it wasn’t not looking good.  I worked on a review for a new children’s book coming out next month. I watched some Dry Bar Comedy while I digested my breakfast.  That is no longer a multi-tasking feature of my aging body. Reflux. It’s… Continue reading Musical Cleaning Day (waiting for plumber)

The Story of Dr. Seuss

(re-run) I just finished a 430-page biography about Theodor Geisel.  You might know him better as Dr. Seuss (his mother’s maiden name). When I chose the book to review, I expected a children’s biography, not an in-depth  tome that chronicled his life year by year, from birth to death at age 87. He had two… Continue reading The Story of Dr. Seuss

Give Them a Chance

(re-run) It’s funny how something pops into your brain and you think, that would make a good blog post. Today I mailed 100 books to a librarian in Menlo Park. They are old kids’ books that my children read back in the day.  My librarian Facebook friend asked for books for her students to read… Continue reading Give Them a Chance

A Funeral, an Appendix, and a Dead Concert

(re-run) PK lived in Jersey when her friend’s mum was terminally ill in Boston.  When her friend called to say her mother had died, PK woke up feeling bad but thought it was the heat. She wanted to go to the funeral and surprise her friend.  She loaded up her three-year-old daughter and took off… Continue reading A Funeral, an Appendix, and a Dead Concert