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.
Category: Gin
LA’s Camelot Beach
Why are we on Santa Monica Beach? First of all, the place is a poem -- I’ve written sonnets to it before.
Like Loaded Guns, These Cars
“Jesus is risen!” as they say in church, and I’m still stuck down here with a hundred gophers, in the little house that used to be a Wienerschnitzel.
More Than Easter Eggs
Easter is voile dresses and flowers in the kids’ hair. This year, it's also these amazing Ukrainian eggs.
Know What I Mean, Jelly Bean?
This creature … this scion…this legacy. Miss him so much his very first Easter away.
Smartcus Comes Home
I’ll hug my son just a tad too long. To me, he’s that great book you just finished and can’t bring yourself to put down.
The Gloppy Truth
Technically, this rum we were drinking was moonshine, and though most rum has a tint, a tan, a sort of teaky Caribbean lacquer, this one did not.
A Beguiling B-Day Bash
So I began to load my little appetizer plate. One shrimp, two shrimp, three shrimp, four…
Speaking of Misdeeds…
This doggy doodle incident shows is that if authorities turn a blind eye to misbehavior and ridicule, that misbehavior and ridicule are bound to flourish.
Flower Power
Roberto at the farmers market tells me how the nurseries that supply him are giving up on flowers and growing cannabis instead.