Surprise!  The Pain of Divorce is Still Here!

Today is a big day.  My family (I've lost count on the number that makes up this tribe.) is throwing our beloved, fabulous, super-fantastic...


Moving On: Divorcing the North American Plate

It's a marvel that moving companies don't apply a steep surcharge for inter-techtonic plate moves.  I'd have exploited that angle...


Just Me and a Thousand Frogs, from Bolinas

A little over one week has passed since I last wrote. I have to pause. It feels so good to be back...


Are You Married?  No, I Lied.

The first time I walked into a Trader Joe's I walked out empty-handed thinking, What is all the fuss about?  Maybe it's an LA thing. 


Not Even Fate Could Make This Stuff Up

The first serious buyer who came to visit the house expressed that an offer was forthcoming.  Only it didn't come forth to me but to another...


Holy Magic, Bette!

Your patience, your willingness to remain in Stand By as I navigate some pretty fascinating waters, is applauded by me.  Endlessly...



All The Little Things Lead to Big Things

Monday morning I woke up feeling blue. It would have been a perfect day to audition for a melodramatic film. My mad skill was crying on cue...


Slow Down There, Ginger

My first apartment was a loft one-bedroom in a building that had a wrought iron gate with an intercom.  The intercom was so cool...


He Hung the Moon

No offense to those who make a living in the service industry, where they no doubt deal with all sorts of unsavory scenarios with great care...


What Is It Exactly That You Are Feeling?

Some days I wonder what it would be like if we could just grunt to each other as our ancestors did before language was constructed...


Testing, Testing...Is This Sign Working?

Until the day I die, and the mysteries of the Universe are unveiled to me, I buy it all.  Whatever you want to sell me, I'm buying it...


From the Twilight Zone to the Intertidal Zone

Mornings in a small town unfold slowly, with greetings, coffee cup in hand, and waves to those across the lane sneaking out...


Be Still, My Racing Heart

Do not expect warm, beachy weather in Stinson during the summertime.  If you show up here in July wearing shorts and a tank top, you will...