“Art for sale! Art for sale! “yelled a child’s strident voice, over the calm of our street. Initially reacting like the general curmudgeon that I am when it comes... Read More
He has a peculiar orange face and a lumpish, doughy body he tries to contain within costly suits of broadcloth and grey sharkskin, dark blue blazers, and crisp white shirts. His ac... Read More
For Christmas this past year, my darling husband gave me a fancy-schmantzy Fitbit! Little did I know how much the little noodge of a wrist thingy would figure in my recovery from k... Read More
When I told my Marina Times editor I was producing the March column by magic with a wave of my newly acquired wand, she probably thought me crazier than usual, but I am here to tel... Read More
Overheard at Big Basin National Redwood Forest: A little boy complained to his doting grandparents that his picnic sandwich bread still had its crusts. The wise grandmother counter... Read More
The house is so much quieter now. Neater. And much cleaner. No click-click-clicks of tiny hard nails on the shiny wood floor; no soft whimpers or whines saying, “Pick me up, ... Read More
As I write this December column, we have voted — or at least half the country has — to change the way our nation does business, and the bull is no longer merely visiting the... Read More
It seems unbelievable our country will soon elect a new president. After an endless, exhausting, perturbing campaign — one that has stretched our patience to the limit and distur... Read More
It has seemed like a dream, this past month of knee adventures, and for most of it, I felt like the princess sung about in There is a Castle on a Cloud, I’ve been so taken care o... Read More
My Knees-érables (to the tune of Les Misérables’ When Tomorrow Comes) Are you hearing my joints sing? Creaking the song of angry knees! It is the soundtrack of arthritis An... Read More
When I got married, I registered for some marvelous stuff, and even the second time around, I was surprised at the mighty loot we hauled in. How amazed I was when the most expensiv... Read More
I saw an X-ray of my right knee recently, and the poor cartilage-free joint has so many bone spurs, it needs to go galloping off into the sunset, wearing a jaunty cowboy hat for em... Read More
When the sky is a bright canary yellow, I forget every cloud I’ve ever seen. So they call me a cockeyed optimist, immature and incurably green!” So sings the irrepressi... Read More
My senses are sated — for now at least — and the month of May, when all the buds are bursting (and all the allergies as well), is a fine time in this town for your senses to be... Read More
My momma was a real Adlai Stevenson girl. A true-blue liberal with a good head on her shoulders and who read the papers every day. So to honor her birth of me this month, I’ve de... Read More