Buying flowers is a Saturday morning ritual for me. I have been over the holiday look for several weeks now, looking forward to refreshing my vases and angling towards spring. When it’s over, it’s so over.
My birthday is tomorrow. My birthday is tomorrow. My birthday is tomorrow. Part of me experiences the childlike excitement that phrase elicits. Part of me says this is no time for self congratulation or celebration if you’re living in Santa Barbara. Too much has… Continue Reading “But I do Love Birthday Cake!”
Many many years ago as I flew home from college in a small propeller plane, I sat in the bar area in the tail of the aircraft next to 1950’s celebrity Tab Hunter. He told me that he has to fly a lot and… Continue Reading “Cheating Death Again”