Hollywood: Both Sides of the Age Divide
This is the tale of my on- and off-again affair with Hollywood – both the industry, and the city of my birth. This post is made possible with support …
Playdates Are Not Just for Kids Any More
In late middle age, I’ve come to a realization: Playdates are not just for children. From the day my daughter was born, I lived my life according to her …
Manhattan(s): Drinking in Grand Central Station
Manhattan’s Grand Central Station is a city within a city, where busy commuters can take care of all their needs without ever leaving the building: Shops featuring gourmet …
Beef Stew
Sunday
We’re having a heat wave in Los Angeles. So why was my oven working overtime yesterday, slow-cooking beef stew, a dish best enjoyed in cold weather? Because my …
Two Drinks at
BlogHer
The picture shows me playing with a giant piece of macaroni at the Kraft booth. I really would eat one that size. Linda and I are at the …
Letting Go in a Dangerous World
We drove our little girl to the airport, watched her enter the terminal, and drove away. Mind you: That “little girl” is a 20-year-old young woman, and we’ve …
On
Turning 60
I’m just trying to navigate the highway to hell – I mean, senior citizenship.
The Grief Comes
in Waves
My relationship with my mother was complicated, so I shouldn’t be surprised that grieving her loss is not what I would have expected, either.
Happy H-Olive-Days!
Enjoy!
I like olives. I like ’em in martinis (which makes this a perfect subject for Two Drinks Away). And I’ve always enjoyed them as a snack. But I never expected to be writing a blog post about them.