Suprise Me

You always see stories and comic strips about teenage boys eating refrigerators. I was a skinny teenage girl, and this is what I ate on any given day: 7 a.m. – Raisin Bran 10 a.m. – Frozen/thawed/reheated bean burrito from the snack shop at school 12 p.m. – Brown bag lunch by Mom: Two (2!)… Read More

In the early 70’s when I first came to Palo Alto California to attend school my parents offered to help with my living expenses. I thought I had a handle on getting off to a great start when I convinced my parents that rent was considerably higher in Palo Alto than it was in the… Read More

Most frustrating is when someone asks, "What did they say?" and I can't hear the next few minutes of dialog. Read More

I spent six glorious, formative summers at the National Music Camp in Interlochen, Michigan. Founded in 1928 on an old logging camp, in a pine forest, between two lakes, it is the granddaddy of arts camps and was heaven on earth for me and like-minded friends. We waited all year to get there and not… Read More

A soft, blue velvet regaled The Los Angeles night. The concentric circles of the Hollywood Bowl’s procenium glowed with a warm, eggshell white. White-jacketed waiters served last suppers on trays and scuttled away. Onstage, two microphones bracketed a single, straight-backed chair. Without announcement, a man in white tie and tails walked from stage right, carrying… Read More

One guilty pleasure I share with my husband is PBS Masterpiece Theater serials Read More

  My best friend Nate Singelton, a wide receiver for the 49rs and I use to run around together a lot and are more like brothers than friends. One weekend after getting back from the driving range Nate asked me if I had a baseball mitt he could use. I asked, “Why in the world… Read More

I don't wish to give the impression that I am compiling a screed against Perfidious Womankind... Read More

If I were a teacher these days, I would tread very lightly with that family tree assignment. Read More

Indeed, we are what we eat but I believe it’s not always about what we eat but how our meals come to be. More specifically, how they were served. Like so many other children growing up in Oregon I was use to the cold winter storms. Playing out in the rain wasn’t the least bit… Read More