California

*** If you don’t mind, they reset the count today and I’d appreciate a vote: click here.  You can vote once each day.  Thanks!  (Click the owl on the left). Those dark, heavy rains that drench southern California every autumn arrived →MORE...

Yesterday morning when Charlotte woke up I told her it was a Homeplace Day.  We are going to launder all the dirty clothes, I said. YES!, she exclaimed.  ALL THE DIR-TY CLOTHES!  And off to work we went. All of our →MORE...

I am not a beach person, which makes me a sorry excuse for a southern Californian, but there it is.  I hate burning my feet on hot sand.  I hate the film salt water leaves on my skin.  I hate combing →MORE...

Jul 11, 2011
I used to joke that I had the Black Thumb of Death.  You hear stories about people who can make things grow, who take plants knocking on Death’s door and nurse them back to health, but to me these people have →MORE...

Jul 05, 2011
Last night, my parents called me.  Have you seen the fire?, they asked.  Fire?, I said.  Fire, they said.  It’s huge.  It’s in the creek, only a few houses away from you. Thanks, I said.  I love you.  Good-bye. I ran →MORE...