One balmy night, the full moon high, I walk into town, flip-flops slapping softly, and grab a seat on the patio at the local watering hole, the Tahiti Nui, where sits Shelley, my new drinking buddy. Halfway through our second or maybe third drink, up walks a guy she knows, Mike, who has a cute… Read More

Going into business is always dicey, you might even say a crap shoot, but I have a habit of it.  Back in the early ‘90s, I was also in the habit of playing poker in casinos around the southland. I’d recently come back from a trip to Africa and used some of the photos I’d taken… Read More

Fleiss. Hmmm. The name might sound vaguely familiar to you…something about a woman…ohhh, right…Heidi Fleiss, the “Hollywood Madam” who, in the 1990s, ran an upscale prostitution ring in L.A. But what does she have to do with our prompt, Family Medicine? Heidi’s father was Paul Fleiss, my daughter, Erin’s, pediatrician. And when Erin grew up… Read More

I can think of lots of things I should regret…or that you might think I would regret. I married a drug addict, for one. But if not for him, I wouldn’t have the same beloved daughter I have, or the same beloved granddaughters. I do kind of regret that I didn’t demand child support or… Read More

When I first met him, I was living at the Villa Roma, a sweet little rose-pink courtyard apartment on a tree-lined street. Problem was, there was almost never a place to park. I might sit in front of my apartment for up to an hour waiting for someone to leave, then grab their spot. One… Read More

I still have a stack of some of the books that sat on my shelf as a child. I just can’t part with them. My very favorite was Heidi by Johanna Spyri. There are a few others I no longer have but still remember vividly…a Hopalong Cassidy book that you read while listening to the… Read More

Remedy #1 This is what happens now: I’m doing one thing — say, making the bed — and I think of another — say, needing to change the Brita filter — but by the time I’ve finished Thing 1, I’ve forgotten all about Thing 2. Well, I’ve come up with a remedy. As soon as… Read More

My most memorable date was my first date with Garth (see Found), but my second most memorable date was my very first date ever. It was the first time I was allowed to go out with a boy, in a car, at night. His name was Rusty, and yes, he had red hair. He picked… Read More

I met my second husband, Ken, in the summer of ’92. Shortly after we met, we went to a wedding where I remember dancing to this song, ubiquitous at the time. As soon as I saw the prompt, I thought of it…it reminds me of him in the very nicest way. There was a full… Read More

Believe it or not, I have never been to a county fair. So I don’t have a story — I don’t think I even have 100 words — but I just had to post this wonderful image on the heels of Mr. Ed’s recent story on Hobbies, one of his being philately. (As in “Frankly,… Read More