As the official color of breast cancer, pink is permanently on the medical map —and not only in October. Even as a breast cancer survivor, I have to admit feeling occasional pink overload. I totally understand—and sympathize—when people with other types of cancer feel slighted by all the pink ribbons. So I must have missed [...]
It’s a city within a city—built of crypts and tombs—stony and silent. Located on prime real estate in the city’s most exclusive neighborhood — the Beverly Hills of Buenos Aires—- Recoleta Cemetery is a historical Argentine version of Homes of the Hollywood stars. Only there are no vendors holding signs of hawking maps; not even [...]
This is what change looks like. Considering my own health history, I couldn’t let this day go by without a salute to history in the making: Here’s to your health.
I used to go Irish—-always made the kids green pancakes and green milk for breakfast. This year it’s just me and V and Peppy—so this sign was the perfect fit—when I saw it in the neighborhood. Peppy won’t pinch me if I don’t wear green—but she’ll probably scratch me anyway.
At home there was no power– so during a break in the storm I went where the power was. Some people are drawn to deserts or mountains; I feel most grounded by an ocean. And I’m not a fair weather friend. Actually, foul weather is pretty fabulous at Carmel Beach….. …..or where the beach usually [...]
A few hours ago I went through airport security for the first time since the incident of the underwear bomber (I’m not sure of his handle: the undi-bomber? underbomber? boxer bomber?) Security was tighter than normal but I wasn’t thinking of security by the time I walked up the aisle to find my seat on [...]
At least last year, I wrote a sweet and special Christmas post for V when he read my blog Christmas morning. This year I didn’t even do that. I do wish a wonderful holiday for everyone who celebrates. And I don’t mean to offend….but is a Jew allowed to say “Bah, Humbug”?
A winter storm is supposed to be heading for California. Before it hits, I took a walk today. Daniel’s still at college in Wisconsin. Today he took a walk, too.
I’m not someone who slows down when I drive by a car accident. Only this isn’t your standard car accident. It’s not a Toyota that got hit; it’s a Tiger. This is a billion dollar vehicle—even if it’s just dented, it’s impossible not to gawk. Suddenly I’m pouncing on the sports news the minute it [...]
In the end, it’s not about the food. Giving thanks. I thought about making a list. But my list is too long; my time is too short; my heart is too full. Happy Thanksgiving! Gobble gobble.
