A MLK-Day brunch in San Francisco with friends reminded me that we have free museums close to home, worth a visit and suitable for visitors of all ages. The Beach Chalet is my favorite––I'll come back to that one. For truly San Francisco fare, you can't beat the Cable Car museum––fun for history buffs and … Continue reading Three Free Museums in San Francisco
My resolution for 2018: become more proficient at capturing unique photo ops. I can think of several I missed in the past two months, and who knows how many more I was too dense to even realize what I was missing. After Thanksgiving, on a bike ride along the trail through our local park, … Continue reading Happy New Year!
This lesson, titled “Precision,” is about editing. Even though we have no pressure of grades in this on-line class, the teacher is quite critical––that's a good thing––and I have tried to do my best. I like to get my money’s worth. Our class of 13 is down to two or three, so I figure the … Continue reading Surviving a Humor Writing Class: a Technology Rant
Today's world presents real worries, but we still need to laugh. I admit, I’m a worrier. Even imagined worries make me happier, because I don’t like surprises. If something bad happens and I’ve been worrying about it, then it’s not a surprise. And if it doesn’t happen, then that’s a good thing and I’m … Continue reading Worries
In this wealthy little burg, young mothers with perfect figures push their babies in luxury SUV strollers (google the prices––you’ll be amazed) and their husbands drive Teslas. We have no grandbabies nor even pets to stroll, and we drive a Prius. Dogs abound. Couples walk their pampered pooches to the Coffee Roasting Company, where … Continue reading Three-Star Restaurant, a Town and a Poem
For the second year in a row, we missed the Viva Calle San Jose ride, but I remember our fun ride in 2015. This is the story I wrote then. My husband sees the announcement in the Metro, that free weekly paper, the one with ads for phone sex. The Metro piles up around the house … Continue reading Viva Calle SJ, 2015
We’ve been home from Italy for a few days now and I need to write up my stories. But are there any stories? We had no mishaps – the trip nice, the weather perfect. I may have nothing more interesting than a travel brochure description. “Do you want anything from Costco?” My husband, putting together … Continue reading Where Has My Mind Gone?
I don’t understand the allure of tattoos. Why desecrate one’s body? Our bodies are a miracle held together by the largest organ, skin. Best to stay natural. But tattoos are common now, so I try to keep an open mind. Except when someone posts a picture of a guy with all sorts of lines tattooed … Continue reading Inked
The southbound 12:07 eased out from the San Francisco station, and I slowly relaxed in sync with the turning wheels. The station had been nervous-making, hectic and crowded except for the one corner that a homeless soul had commandeered while he methodically scratched up one side and then down the other side of his abdomen. … Continue reading Taking the Train
I forgot––when I picked up that flat box, the last one on the Farmers’ Market table barely filled with green grape-like gooseberries, remembering all the times my mother had mentioned gooseberries and trying to remember what she said about them and then excitedly telling my husband that I definitely wanted to buy it so he … Continue reading I Remember One Week in a June