My Dog Is Only Human

Welcome to summer -- shorts, sandals and sheer cotton dresses…gin by the pool, margaritas by moonlight.

On the Road Again

By the end of this roadtrip, I'm quite smitten with your basic, garden-variety giraffe.

Devil’s Gate Dam has a rep as a playground for the occult, and there are steamy stories of seances and love affairs and mysterious disappearances.

My amazing daughters now live -- in this bewildering world of voodoo and deceit – as tributes to their no-nonsense mother.

In a single year, this grandbaby has left a mark on my heart…her vainglorious filigree.

"Happy Mother's Day, dude," they said. So at their urging, I drank a six-pack.

Oh, this old house. A good place to peel potatoes or butter a turkey. If the water is running, you can’t hear the TV.

Why are we on Santa Monica Beach? First of all, the place is a poem -- I’ve written sonnets to it before.