Small Talk

The dry facts of who married and begat whom is far less interesting to me than the recollections of how they actually lived their lives.

Every time I take a deep breath, I get a little giddy. Summer is here and I know this by the wonderful scents in the

I am having to retrain and be retrained. I hate learning curves.

As summer approaches I face the usual horrible truths. I need to shop for a bathing suit. This is most women’s finest nightmare.

I submit that by early May, moms and some of the dads are just tapped out, both monetarily and physically.

Life is filled with small but memorable lessons. I find it really annoying.

I had no idea, until I tried to replicate her recipes, just how nuanced and labor intensive her cooking was.

I just bought myself my very own electric screwdriver and drill set.

The Red Cars of early Southern California would still be rolling today if more people felt like I do about driving.