If I could give one thing to America, it would be a gift basket of words it has forgotten it ever had.
According to the prevailing beliefs of the nation he oversaw, Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia is himself being judged right… Read more Reserving Judgment
I admit it, I have a secret love of early 1990s R&B. I’m talking Mark Morrison, Montell Jordan – even… Read more Hot diggity dog!
The waitress asks me if I would like some more hot water for my tea. I smile, meet her eyes… Read more Scarfing the chips on our shoulders
Having worked crazy shifts and from home, I am a big believer in the post-work ritual that draws a line… Read more Wearing the Pants
My husband makes fun of the English because they call most desserts “pudding.” And he is right. It is quite… Read more Boxing Clever
I am having one of those days when I sharply and sincerely regret getting out of bed. Comprising a soaking… Read more I Guess That’s Why They Call it The Blues
Last weekend, my husband and I found ourselves at dusk in a park we frequent in Sunol. We were procrastinating… Read more A Murmur of Approval
Lately, I have been spending a lot of time in my own head. Grieving the matriarch of the family, who… Read more Don’t Worry, Be Happy
Today, I introduced a friend to the delightful Australian term “shithouse”. Evocative of an outdoor toilet, it’s not even considered… Read more Hidden Tiny Tales of Tragedy