Life as a Miracle: Rocking the Boots

Life as a Miracle: Rocking the Boots

I remember the date, the place, the time. Do you think I loved him? I remember what he wore and where he posed… Do you think I loved him? I remember I giggled at the party host’s introduction… Do you think it was true? Neither of us recall how we...
The Boots are Made for Walking, er Dancing

The Boots are Made for Walking, er Dancing

I think I was born wearing go-go boots. I reportedly walked at nine months and I’ve been on-the-go every since. What about you? Today I’m taking a detour. I’m going to shunpike rather let an incident take a toll. Shunpike is a new word I learned. It...
Boots

Boots

“These boots are made for walking…” but that’s not what they’ve been doing… I purchased these boots last October to prepare for the much-craved El Nino rains. California’s crops and people were thirsty. Typical winter in soCal...
Karla, the queen of smart ass

Karla, the queen of smart ass

A few weeks ago we were in London town, and a few days ago I wrote about watching the Royals parade, a once yearly extravaganza of pomp, posh, and the circumstance of opening the English Parliament. A jolly good show, much better than the State of the Union. The day,...