I’m coping with Covid and unemployment with exercise. Everyday I hike the local hills. I stop just before I get to the freeway overpass, then turn around and go back. I once walked under it just to prove I could do it, but I know the next time I do the mother of all earthquakes will strike and all they’ll find will be a little thigh fat. Ever…
Wow, what a December. After much debate, stress, confining ourselves to the same five rooms in our respective homes for weeks, Covid tests, and a very long drive for my daughter, I got to see two of my three kids for the holidays. When my daughter finally got here, we greeted each other with what may go down in history as the longest, most emotional hug we’ve ever…
One good thing about the Stay at Home order is, I now know I’m not ready to retire…at least not while living in an apartment. If I owned the place, I’d be knocking myself out fixing things. Instead, I keep reminding myself to work on my own projects, so I can leave here one day and buy a home of my own. I did buy myself a bistro…
I feel like I’m always torn between carbs and no carbs. I always thought oatmeal for breakfast was good for me, but now it’s like anything carby is the enemy. This is especially depressing for an Italian. But I’ll never be able to bring myself to think of pasta as the enemy. It’s my sweet friend, and we’ve gone through many a dark time – I won’t turn…
I wish I could go back to childhood to see how much time (and my faulty memory) have altered what I think I recall clearly. My Fourth of July memories revolve around picnics at Brady’s Run Park, on slightly damp summer grass. The only food I remember is the Fourth of July birthday cake with tiny American flags on it because the Fourth was my mom’s birthday, and…
I try to be deep, honest I do. I do my best to read classics and ponder life because I aspire to write deep, philosophical blogs. In fact, I’m currently reading Dante’s Inferno — who knew hell could be so icky? But because of the ADHD I keep denying I have, my brain prefers to escape the circles of hell and fixate on something I enjoy more, like…
I love getting to know my kids friends and realizing there are no pesky serial killers or violent offenders to worry about. They’re good kids who I enjoy hanging out with too. I love them all, especially Reef, my daughter’s boyfriend, who entered sainthood the day he served as spotter — helping me pinpoint where my intestinally challenged dog had left lovely gifts on my living room rug.…
Ever since I first heard about lemon ricotta pancakes, I’ve wanted to try them. They sound like the perfect Father’s Day breakfast. I especially wanted to make them because my daughter went to Claire’s on Cedros in Solana Beach, California, and told me she ate the best pancakes of her life there. How could stinking Claire make the best pancakes of her life when mine, her baker/cook mom’s,…
If you’re in a state that’s not Florida, California or Hawaii right now, you’re probably dreaming of spring. I live in California and I apologize up front. It just happened this way, I didn’t really plan it, so don’t hate me. I never gloat over the weather because I could be killed at any second by a terrifying mother of an earthquake. That pretty much evens things out…