Some mornings I wake up with a burning desire to vent, on paper. Today is such a morning. Eight days ago, five young black people were murdered at a Halloween party at an Airbnb rental in an upscale (mostly white) town near here called Orinda. Orinda is the last mostly-white suburb before the Caldecott tunnel… Continue reading Airbnb Tragedy on Halloween
When I was in high school and bought some of my clothes at the DAV thrift store, they called me quirky. When I made a cool pair of bell bottom jeans out of my dad’s old work pants, they called me quirky, but they also asked me where I got them. When I broke tradition… Continue reading A Quirky Story
It’s Sunday evening, the dogs are snoring, and I reflect on my awesome weekend. Nothing monumental happened. It was your run of the mill event, with a return trip from Monterey, a potluck party to attend, a visit to Sis, lunch with my son, a couple of dog walks, and an afternoon sewing, gardening, and… Continue reading Wrapping Up the Weekend
It has come to my attention this past week that some of my friends are unhappy with me for not calling them as often as I used to. As I told a girlfriend just two days ago, I don’t call anybody these days. I am in charge of two people’s lives, and taking care of… Continue reading Girlfriends vs. Family
I am a creature of habit. If it’s Monday then it’s exercise with Carolyn at 9:30. If it’s Tuesday it’s chorus at 7:00. If it’s Wednesday, it’s exercise with Milan at 9:30. If it’s Thursday it’s Wild Card day. If it’s Friday, it’s exercise with Yuko at 9:30. Only this week things were goofed up.… Continue reading Shake-up in the Routine
If you’re like me, you remember some of your birthdays, the really good ones and the really bad ones. The older you get, the more focused they become as the other ones fall away. Why are birthdays such a big deal? Everyone has one every year, and we each share the date with millions of… Continue reading Why Are Birthdays Such a Big Deal?
Little Darling, Beethoven, Squirrel, Teddy Bear, Mop Top, Tootsie, Churro, and Super Trooper. These were my playmates on Sunday afternoon at the Pet Food Express in my town. A chorus friend had asked on Facebook for helpers. It sounded fun, and I thought, why not? When it came time to go do it, I’d had… Continue reading A Doggy Afternoon