A Pasadena Latina

Not sure why this post has a funky background.  Apologies. I'll see if I can fix it. I miss writing this blog and plan to return to i...

Normally I would make a point of having a picture of someone I'm remembering.  Not so much in this case.  My mother-in-law was a very pr...

Deep breath.  Last 10 days have been busy.  Watch out typos may be lurking Lots of Ups; one Down. If you're more into narratives and ...

Having dinner a week ago, we were asked, "What you been doing?"  There was a bit of silence as we thought.  In my head bounced a v...

This past week was a bit of a challenge.  James was in Alabama - on business - and I was alone tending to dogs and domicile.  My Ex used to ...

I remember reading Virginia Woolf's "A Room of One's Own" when I was in high school.   I don't remember what drew me t...

The sun has just risen over the urban treeline.  I sit in the shed and enjoy the shifting lights and shadows.  Not new and novel at a moment...