It seems a few of you have been wondering how my aforementioned search for the perfect mother-of-the-groom dress has gone.
There are, of course, so many reasons to love living in laid-back Southern California, but I have begun to appreciate it from an entirely different perspective, since my son moved to Boston.
I don’t remember what Punxsutawney Phil had to say on Groundhog Day, but there is no doubt that spring has arrived in North County.
As temperatures plummet to crazy-below-zero back east, I have realized that the only thing worse than living in that climate is having your child living there.
As Russia rattles its saber in Eastern Europe, I was reminded of one of my favorite stories that came from where I least expected it. It came from a neighborhood mom, a friend whose kids went to my school. One day in fall 2003, she mentioned that she and her family had gone to Latvia […]
Not long ago, a syndicated columnist best known for her political commentary wrote a wonderful column admitting all the reasons she just loves to Christmas shop.
Well, fine. I certainly can’t complain about blizzards and hours of shoveling out the car, but I have my own West Coast whine.
There is a part of me that would love to be like the Queen Mother, or perhaps the Dowager Countess of Grantham. There is never any doubt these women are beautifully schooled in the finer things. That fantasy is regularly torn to shreds by my inability to sit still, wear gloves or be even occasionally […]