Old and Getting Older — The Octogenarian and the Four-Year-Old
Some old people, including me, are a lot like little kids. We like to brag about how old we are. Read more.
‘It’s Not My Jam’ — Is Not My Jam. Of Course, It Isn’t. I’m 81 Years Old, for Heaven’s Sake
People in the know were saying, ‘It’s not my jam.’ A product of the 20th century, I was sticking to, ‘It’s not my cup of tea.’ Read more.
It’s a New Year — Another One!
Another new year has arrived. Time passes and it won’t stop. Here’s what I had to say about that back in 1990. Read more.
What to Do With a Kid on a Rainy Day
Grandchild No. 1 came for a holiday visit and it rained all week. Here’s what we found to do with a kid on a rainy day. Read more.
A Widow’s Christmas Card — Where’s Jon When I Need Him Most?
My first widow’s Christmas card — my husband isn’t here to compose the poem and photoshop the card. How do I pull it off without him? Read more.
An Urban Oasis: Keeping It Wild — And Fire Resistant
Beaconsfield Canyon was blighted with trash and invasive species — until its human neighbors took it upon themselves to restore their wild urban oasis. Read more.
Scan Those Family Photos — Today!
I have a closet big enough to store 38 shoe boxes packed with photos and negatives. My kids do not. It’s time to scan those family photos. Read more.
I Got Covid — Finally
I finally did it. I got covid and ‘m feeling sick. But not too sick to do some on-line shopping for warm PJs to fend off the covid chills. Read more.
Guo Pei’s Wearable Splendor (Wearable? Maybe Not. Splendid? Oh, Yes)
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The opulent imaginings of China’s premier couturier Guo Pei are on view at San Francisco’s Palace of the Legion of Honor through Sept. 5. Read more.
Help! I Can’t Remember the Names of My Flowers
I love my new flower garden. But, for the life of me, I can’t remember the tongue-twister names of my flowers: Aquilegia? Armeria? Scabiosa? Read more.