Nobody told me that I could become a dog lover fall in love with this dog.  His ears, his facial expressions, the way he snuggles in his “bed” all afternoon, and the way he leaps around like a little deer in the backyard. Also?  Nobody told me that no  matter how old the dog...
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Those of you who have been with me for awhile know of what we had to go through before we decided to stop trying to have another child.  It was a tough decision, only in that it took us so long to realize what was right for us.  We won’t (and probably can’t) have...
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Mommy, can we go to Frye’s again someday? Yes, someday. Can we go to Frye’s today? No, we don’t need anything from Frye’s. They have snacks there, too. Yes, they have snacks for when we get desperate. We got Goldfish there. And I got to eat Goldfish the whole way home. Yes, I remember....
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Do we really need an introduction?  Okay, fine.  For the several hundred new readers I get each week who don’t know about Tuesday’s list, it is a list of some of the things my son said in the past week.  The older he gets, the more wise and entertaining he becomes. “Wipe me penis,...
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Those of you who come here regularly may already know that my latest quest for true bliss comes from the ground up.  I used to think that it came from the top down- that if I could just have good hair that nothing else would matter.  And while I haven’t given up on trying...
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So, I’ve got this rash (cutting to the chase, I know). It’s in my right armpit.  Well, not exactly the armpit- it snuggles up to that little pokey fat that sticks out between the armpit and chest.  The pokey that models don’t have. It’s small, maybe three-quarters of an inch long, less than half...
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When I moved to Los Angeles there were two things I learned very quickly.  Nine out of ten people living here were not born here, and eight out of those nine moved here for The Industry. Actors, writers, artists, editors, wannabe directors… they came to La La Land with a common goal, and for...
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I had a pound of good ground beef, but it was too warm out for chile, and I am so over pasta with sauce.  So what to cook to please a four year old?  Sliders. Why do they call them sliders?  Supposedly because they are easy to slide down an eating counter, but tonight...
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When the car pulled up and the young couple got out, I had almost forgotten. “C’mon Hayden!  Let’s go show them the rocking chair!” Being the good sport and instant friend-maker that he is, Hayden showed them the rocking chair, and since they loved that he assumed they’d love all of his stuff.  He...
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This is the perfect time for writing. Hayden is off at school, and I am sitting in front of my computer with a peanut butter sandwich. I am wearing sweat pants and haven’t washed my hair today. Outside?  It is forty-nine degrees, dark and pouring, and the workers who are here to fix our...
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