Tingles of the Heart

Friends gathered for a surprise bash in the backyard. Still not sure how my daughters pulled that one off.

Best Swordfish Ever

Best grilled swordfish I've ever tasted, and the gin was really great too.

Dogpark Gary-- always a sage, often an inspiration – explains that we have entered the Age of Frustration.

This is where the Happy Hour Hiking Club met Saturday, some 60 souls awaiting salvation and a Messiah in stone-washed jeans.

This time of year, I miss picking out pumpkins with the kids. I miss getting down on the garage floor and carving them.

This fall has had an early start – a little crisp, a little soupy. The other night, I made a fire. And a candy-corn martini.

Since Smartacus left, I’ve been living mostly on microwave popcorn and cheese curds. I call it “the Packers Diet.”

Found a wad of Smartacus’ dirty socks under the couch. Not many, 60-70 at most. That turned me into a wistful mom all over again.

LA architecture often looks like the broken omelets I make…like some version of anti-matter.

My bar would be called “The Good Novel.” Debutantes would stumble in late, as would married women with money problems.