As I write this, my friend Dana is hauling herself up and down the hills of San Francisco with thousands of other participants on the Avon Walk. I’m sure I speak for other survivors, to say how grateful we feel to know that someone has your name on their shirt and your face in their …
I’ve lived in California for a long, long time. Give me a rainstorm, a mudslide, an earthquake–I can handle it. But no snow. According to sophisticated population studies, millions of people actually live in the upper Midwest. And the vast majority of those people, despite the bitter cold and all that snow, manage to work and travel …
I’ve become concerned about some recent changes in my son Daniel, who just finished his freshman year of college. In high school Daniel was completely normal–he played football, had lots of friends, was marginally spoiled (but in a good way) and spent a lot of time relaxing on our couch. But now that he’s home this summer, …
It’s a day for love…to the tune of an estimated $18 billion dollars. That’s a lot of hearts and flowers. And a lot of chocolate. I hope everyone gets some of both. I don’t buy into Valentine’s Day–I never come close to spending the national average of $116 per person— even before the economy tanked. …
So there we are, my two children, my ex-husband, and his side of the family. All adults ranging in age from 20 to 70. Dinner is over, I am paying no attention to the conversation at the far end of the table when I see my nephew approaching with a bathroom scale. I have no …
