Writing the good read
I grew up in a single parent home. My mom dated and periodically had long-term boyfriends. We liked some. We could have done without others. My dad’s love life was a bit more remote, and he quickly met and married my step-mom. Happily, she was a keeper. But it was a different time, and I…
Whenever my mom visits from San Francisco, she comments on how quiet it is in the suburbs where I live. In the wee hours of the morning, when the bats go home and the birds begin to sing, I can still hear the occasional car on the freeway, about a half mile away. Come morning,…
As I play Words with Friends — I have about a dozen games going at any one time — bystanders often hear me muttering the same phrase over and over. It’s such a common refrain that Mr. Right Now says it should be on my headstone. Well it should be a word*. I have other ideas…
Exactly 16 years ago, I was three weeks before my due date at a weekly check with my doctor. I told her that the following Tuesday would be a great day for me to have my child. It would work for out-of-towners coming for the bris (ritual circumcision that Jewish boys undergo at 8 days)….
You could die before you get through all the good things on the internet, right? Isn’t it nice to have someone like me tell you what’s really not to be missed? The blogathon gives me the chance to find some real gems. Today’s group includes five food and garden blogs that I love, I subscribe…
Full disclosure: I haven’t yet read What Do Women Want, this week’s book. However, I have read articles, excerpts, reviews, and listened to interviews with the author, Daniel Bergner. It’s on my nightstand awaiting its turn. But all that exposure to it has got me thinking. Naturally, my thinking demanded an audience. The book looks…
This is my Kindergarten class. Guess which one is me? It was the first full year of operation for Guadalupe Elementary School in San Jose. We were the Trojans then. At some point they changed the name to the Grizzlies. I look at this picture a lot and wonder what happened to some of the…
Here it is, less than a week since I turned 49 and I’m already plotting my 50th birthday and attendant parties. And I’ve figured out a way to pay for whatever I want to do (leaning towards a pizza party, wherein I close my favorite local pizza joint for a private party, or a fancy…
I fulfilled a dream of many years yesterday and saw Garrison Keillor and his cohorts perform A Prairie Home Companion for NPR. I’ve loved Keillor as a writer since I was in college in the 1980s. I didn’t get into the show until later. Some of my friends find it too slow and languorous. Maybe…
In my 49 years, I have gained some wisdom. Some, like don’t touch fire, came easily, if painfully. Others, such as daring the universe to laugh at you by speaking aloud the Always and Nevers of your belief system, I have learned only slowly and with much pain. For example, about 12 years ago, I…