Summer has worn out its welcome early, I think. Maybe it's the vagaries attributed to climate change, or maybe, after so many years in Florida, I've lost all interest in heat. If I ever had any. But the moderating overcast last Saturday afternoon at Half Moon Bay reminded me that my favorite . . .
I saw Jersey Boys the first time in San Francisco. There on a writing retreat, alone, I walked up one evening and got last minute tickets relinquished by family/friends. There's really no current theatre that so reflects Boomer history than the story of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, and no . . .
This little display in a Sonoma, Calif. shop made me think of summer and those sunny, lazy days ahead of us. Even though dragonflies are kind of bizarre-looking and maybe even a little scary (you just don't want to look at them up close) their graceful flight reminds me of summer days on the East . . .
Sitting Bear, by Linda Israel The bear was my father's icon. Born of Italian immigrant parents, he was first generation American, the only one of his parents' five children to make it past the eighth grade. He became a pediatrician. Compared to my life, he lived in a much smaller . . .
Shopping today? Scouting for Black Friday sales?I'm always on the lookout for great holiday gift deals. Macy's doesn't pay me, but they should, because it's pretty much my favorite place to shop and I particularly appreciate the huge discounts they offer these days. Add to that the various coupons . . .
I love this dress.This is such a great song.You won't be able to put this book down.I want to go here and here and here.Seriously thinking about going here but definitely going here and here and here and here. Oh, and here but don't hold that last one against me.I'll never forget this. Yes, that . . .
Curly Girl Designs-do shop with them! I do! (not a paid promo, I just love them.) I love those long, meaty discussions about life, love and the pursuit of happiness that I have with really good friends. Sharing our deepest thoughts and feelings. I love being with friends who aren't . . .
Summer is in its waning days, the end of hot, lazy afternoons, frosty pitchers of pink lemonade and bumper to bumper beach traffic. Soon, shorts and t-shirts will be put back in their drawers, we'll push our sandals and flip-flops toward the back of the closet and start moving forward . . .
Off this morning for New York City because it's that time again: BlogHer '12 starts Thursday and my extra suitcase space is just waiting for all that swag! And as usual, I'll blog some of the interesting sights during the conference.Martha Stewart and Katie Couric are keynoting, but in BlogHer . . .
If you're of Sicilian descent, as we are, you never, EVER get sick of pasta and red sauce, in all of its many incarnations.Since M. loves lasagne, we decided to celebrate our anniversary this month by cooking together. He's a fantastic sous chef and cleaner-upper, so it's a great partnership. Plus . . .