Love where you live!
I call them golden days, those days that just feel incredibly real and wonderful. They don't even have to be perfectly happy days, but they have to be days that, I believe, you'd be sorry you took for granted.
I'll be having one on Thursday. I'll get home from work, take my dog Ben out for a little stroll, feed him, sit beside him while he enjoys a bone…Continue
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I imagine occasionally a place I can go to get away. Not so much my physical self. More my mental self. Just a little getaway where I can smell cookies baking and that wonderful newly polished wood smell. Where bitty sparkly little sunbeams find cracks in the…Continue
One night many years ago, my dad came into the kitchen where I sat drawing at the table. ( I was staying with my parents for the weekend while I attended the Los Angeles Gift Show at the LA Convention Center.)
He looked at the drawing I was doing as I explained that a buyer at the show had made some suggestions for one of my cards.
"She said I should change this one."
"I see," he said. That's all he said. "I see," and with the kind smile he typically wore, he headed…Continue
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The other evening I walked over to a friend's house about a block away. It was pouring and windy and cold. I was very happy to have an umbrella to carry and a warm coat to wear. As I put my umbrella outside his front door and stepped into the warmth of his house, I…Continue
God, I'm having trouble finding any hope.
I said those words nine years ago this month in the parking lot at Grossmont Hospital, where , on one floor, my father was awaiting serious news about his health and where on another, my mother had recently had surgery.
This was not the way I had ever anticipated things turning out, and in that awareness I know I am hardly alone. I reminded myself that many people find themselves facing end of life issues, that we are surrounded…Continue
I don't like Valentine's Day. Well I don't hate it exactly, but it's not one of my favorite holidays, despite the fact that I'm in the greeting card business and Valentine's Day is a huge money maker for many industries, including greeting cards. So you'd…Continue
When I was ten years old I made a discovery that has never left me: words move people. Even in works of fiction, words are powerful.
It was summer, a particularly hot day in Whittier, California where I grew up, and it was one of those perfect days for finding a place in the shade to sit down with a really good book. I decided I'd take the Reader's Digest condensed version of Old Yeller by Fred Gipson and head outside for an afternoon read.
So I poured some…Continue
A few months ago, I walked through my office at home on my way out to my car to head down to the commercial district of La Mesa. I own a greeting card company and I write and illustrate all my own work. A new sewer project up on my hill had brought a symphony of sound and sight to the neighborhood. Tractors and trucks and bobcats and men in orange vests and hard hats…Continue
The Cat in the Window
My next-door neighbor is moving out of her house to Grossmont Gardens. She has lived in her house for 45 years and we have been next-door neighbors for the last 16 of those years. When I moved in next to her on a bright April day, I had a dog named Abe and she had a cat named Foxy. Over the years , both Abe and Foxy got their wings, and now she has another cat named Peekaboo and I a dog named Ben. As it does everywhere, life has brought many changes. But…Continue