curious window display on La Brea, near my house I feel a strange lethargy this preternaturally sunny, dry and windy day. Perhaps i...

There's my very glamorous mother and me, circa 1965. Why were many of our mothers so much more glamorous than us? Happy Mother'...

The Big O is thirteen years old today, and it'd be impossible to write anything over than cliche to describe what being the mama of ...

 A few years ago I wrote about Pasquino the Protester  and joked about my probable relation to him. You can click the link and read that ...

in one of those glasses you dust off.  And I'll watch the bones in your back like the stations of the Cross. This song. I can drive ...

I thought today about how tiresome it is to be nearly always trying to get up, pick oneself up, put one foot in front of the other. It...

My old friend Allison sent me this photo today, and I honestly would love to dive into this bed. Think of the possibilities for read-alo...

Last night, the telephone rang and a nice lady asked me whether I'd answer a series of questions for a survey about public opinion an...

Allow this to happen: Ingredients: One Oreo Cookie (sugar + hydrogenated fat) Jif Creamy Peanut Butter (peanut...

I can't stop looking at this May Day photo of Henry and his Friend Emma ( friend is capitalized so that the world knows she is not h...

When a doctor tells you you have silent migraines, it's like asking someone on the street which way to the station and they say,...

this magnolia bloom opened from a tight, baby's-head-sized bud. I had gone back to sleep for twenty minutes having said good-bye t...

This morning, I got an email from one of my many paternal cousins, Christopher Gorman that made me stop, think and be grateful for my la...

I had a book buying bonanza the other day with a forgotten-about Amazon giftcard. Last night, I poured myself a cold beer in a frozen mu...