Life as a Miracle: My Mother Speaks Up

Life as a Miracle: My Mother Speaks Up

My mother was known for speaking her mind, a trait that I apparently inherited – read on! That particular day, it was good thing was that I was painting my mother’s fingernails. My head was bent to the task, so I didn’t look up. But I could hear. The...
Simple, simple, simple

Simple, simple, simple

My Boomer friends and I are fuming. It feels better to be fribbly fuss-budget than be-fuddled. Agreed? Our griping may be similar to the Angry White Man diatribes, the male version of snark, about Every Thing that’s Wrong with America. (clue: it’s all the...
Irvine Meadows Amphitheater

Irvine Meadows Amphitheater

The amphitheater signage has been replaced and soon the razing of the superfine outdoor musical arena will start. Dusty yellow megaton Caterpillars will crawl about the natural bowl of the earth to imbibe all man-made materials: gobble, gobble, chomp. The hills will...