I managed to break away for alone time at our health club. And I decided to start swimming again. Decades ago, I was a regular swimmer at...

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! The simple yet powerful words of this poem resonate because this is what we Moms do.

Morning light through the bathroom window welcomed yet another day.

“This looks like a resort,” a friend said, as we drove past the town square in Sierra Madre, California.

My visits to three small towns in Mexico left me utterly enchanted as they took me back in time.

Keep your eye on the flying bone…

Mesmerized by the morning’s non-stop rain.

A week ago, while running errands, I drove passed Vintage Treasures and Antiques in Arcadia, California and did a double-take.

After a lovely dinner with our dear friend, Teresa, we started cleaning up. Then Jacqueline brought out a fresh stash of cheese.

Let peace prevail.

When we recently replaced our frosted louvre windows in our bathroom, we got more than we bargained for in the best way possible!

Paloma’s polite bark woke me too early this morning. Then it escalated to her famous high pitch. To avoid the next one, I groggily schlepped

What a difference three months makes. Where is that little tyke of a puppy?

On a recent Saturday morning after our dental appointments, Louie and I decided to stop for a late breakfast at Art’s Delicatessen.

Do you remember Starbucks’ “January” mug? It was sold only during the holidays.