Something kind of crazy happens to me when the lazy, hazy days of summer begin. I want to bury myself, not in the sand, but in a great...

David first introduced me to the plant based Beyond Burger four years ago. Having been a vegetarian for twenty years, I had gone...

“So what was the highlight of your Texas Trip this year,” my spirited longtime closest Texas friend asked as she edged her sleek black...

How well I remember my father, a jovial long-legged athletic sort, pine away over his golf-game-bucket-list-item. Dad lusted after, not...

Via Zoom, Jan, my good Duplicate-bridge-playing-friend, said, “Can we take a break? I want a V-8.” We did. When we resumed, I heard the...

Just as the urge to gather pinecones and sip hot chocolate comes over me each autumn, an overwhelming compulsion to get my hands dirty...

Geez. I still smell like I spent the night with an unwashed mechanic…oily and garage-like. Stridently attacking my Five Lists 2022, ...

Way back before the twenty-first century began, in 1999, there was an extraordinary garden store in Santa Barbara, Smith & Hawken, where...

Lost in translation in a QR Code nation. Weird sensation Increasing presence in my everyday life of a two-dimensional square made up of...

Crossing the First Street Bridge one sunshine-filled day recently, I glanced west. The view of Point Loma and the sparkling waters of the...

“…the days grow short when you reach September” September ushers in the Ember Months. I don’t remember when I first heard the phrase, a...

The burly hunk of a man, a thatch of coarse flaxen hair sticking out from under his straw hat on the right side, concluded his...

A quiet morning in the garden Quiet, save for an occasional chirp or plane's low hum The weathered gate closed The wind gentle The iron...

Our mask-nation is gradually unveiling itself. An awkwardness permeates as we cope with “to wear or not to wear.” For some, masks dangle...

A new year begins for me each May. And the Matilija Poppies bloom. My life began in May just about forever ago. While many around me mope...

Simple pleasure. A pleasure I wouldn’t have had if there had been no pandemic. I wouldn’t have taken the time. Heirloom tomato seeds...

Harvest time. Not fruits of my bygone Camelot, Lush wine grapes Juicy oranges. Instead, the modest kumquat Is sought From my hillside...

Ordinarily the twilight hour is precious to me. Not too long ago, however, the magic time between sunset and dusk presented as nerve...

My Texas story-telling friend Chris sent pictures this week of snow—two inches—fallen across her acreage and her birdhouses. Unusual for...