Photo: Before my father’s 90th “dim sum luncheon” birthday in Berkeley — May 2013… Jamie, my husband Vin and me… * Around midnight, after her 12-hour production day, my daughter rolls in. I’m at my desk, working on …this blog… the television blasting (football, I’m not listening) and out of nowhere, she asks (a) for my…
Earth, Wind & Fire at the Hollywood Bowl last night with our friends Chuck and Shelby. Second year in a row we’ve been invited. My religious experience. (Don’t tell anyone at Temple I chose the concert over Yom Kippur services). Before it began, I ran to the ladies’ room. Plenty of stalls and I…
As Dennis the Menace notes in wonderment, what’s the “IT” needed on a typewriter? Please Share
After getting my nails done today — for my Palo Alto High school reunion this weekend — I walked past the church to my car. A slightly dishevelled dark-haired guy, 40 or so, in a beat-up hat and an uncomfortably-warm looking dirty olive green jacket suddenly appeared from the bus bench and cruised toward me, an…
When my young pen-pal Cate Ferrall (age 7) sent me a “TY” on a puzzle form… I wondered “What’s this tiny little box?” and as I shook it, out came the “note”. It took me three days to piece it together. I was enchanted — and before it was completed, immediately went online to see…
Dassi, the Armani salesperson I like in Boston, has an endless capacity for helping me with strange problems clothes from her shop develop. I’ve dropped a crystal-covered black & diamond handbag before, and Dasi made sure it got fixed at the factory (where ever that might be… one can only imagine.) When I lost a…
Saying thank you is more than good manners. It is good spirituality. ~ Alfred Painter Please Share
When the U.S. Post Office announced it might cancel Saturday delivery, I gasped. How will I manage my flurry of outgoing mail? How will I deal with the loss of not peeking into my newly replaced Smith & Hawken mailbox to see what lurks within? (And yes, I indulged myself and got a cool gold ‘flag’…
I’m Erica and I’m an office supply junkie. I have a cramped, claustrophobic closet under the staircase nobody else realize was sacred, but I lusted for immediately. Now my “Thank You Room” (formerly where the treadmill lived) has a secret door, just like kids used to find in mystery houses. The door is covered by beige & tan wallpaper, and…
I admit it. I can lose it sometimes. I’m not always “happy thank you lady”. Sometimes I get uptight and nothing you can do or say will convince me to come off my nasty attitude. After our new neighbor moved in (after months of noisy construction that jangled every nerve I had), she puledl out…
