Sorry, not really a statue, my friend. You're a bust. Head and shoulders only. But what a delightful companion you are! Ready to party at the drop of a hat. To celebrate. How glamourous you looked for New Year’s Eve. Those white and silver plumes in your hair and those rhinestones dripping. Show-stopper! It’s adorable how each time I go to Texas, you don your Dallas necklace announcing my destination. Like you’re ready to burst into “The Stars at Night are big and bright. Dee

New Year’s resolution, 2006, number seven? Learn something new. I It has taken me a few weeks to get my mojo going, and amazingly I am learning not one, but two new things. The first, a surprise even to myself, I am studying meteorology. Starting simple with a Great Courses program taught by a UCLA professor. I say simple, but it’s turning out to be as difficult as learning a new language. But fascinating! According to the bespectacled professor, Nature Abhors Extremes . Som

La Familia, Gail Roberts, 2005 My gleaming new washing machine and dryer, so white they’re almost fluorescent, stand side by side in the...

“There are certain shades of blue that make me ache.” In her recent newsletter, this one titled “Shades of Blue (and Something New),”...

There’s a new gathering spot—some might call it a watering hole— that you might not have heard of in Banker’s Hill , my neighborhood in...

Over the years since I lost my loving husband, travel has provided immeasurable amounts of healing. To Marfa with Janice and Frank; to...

Like everything else on my body, my earlobes have sagged. Not surprising for earlobes more than eight decades old. Not really a concern...

Is it too late to become a ballerina? Each Friday morning at ten o’clock, I struggle to disprove popular opinion. The will is there—oh...

Both in my newly formed writing group and my touring at the art museum, I’m focusing on newer, stronger, adjectives in my...

It's been decades since I wrote with a specific request. This year, it's imperative that I beg. I've been good. Santa, please, please...

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

Indulging in one final guilty pleasure before beginning the trials of New-Year’s-Resolutions-eating, I opened the small brown bag...

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...

Can it be possible that the seemingly endless scourge that has gripped our lives for more than two years is finally surrendering to...

Last year's post worth another look. And wanted to share a gift on Valentine's - news of the a upcoming exhibit from The San Diego Museum...

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

I am an incurable list maker—never more in my sweet spot than at the beginning of the New Year when it’s time to write resolutions....

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

A case of the dressing room giggles which sometimes turned into guffaws may have been the most fun I’ve had in a couple of years… What is...