Let’s Hear it for The Boys

I recently stumbled upon the blog post "You Just Broke Your Child. Congratulations."(which, in all fairness, you might want to just go ahead and click over there to read so that the rest of what I'm about to say makes more sense). It was written by Dan Pearce of Single Dad Laughing, and I've gotta say,... Continue Reading →

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Table for One

If I ever own a restaurant, I'm going to name it 'Table for One'. I love eating alone. I also love going to the movies alone, sitting alone in a bar with a good book, going on walks, sitting on park benches, riding my bike lazily down the street, and any number of activities that... Continue Reading →

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I Am a Badass

Don't ask me where, but I stumbled upon this book not too long ago. It is aptly titled You are a Badass: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life, by Jen Sincero. First of all, you should know that I am an avid hater of any book with even the... Continue Reading →

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Thank you, kind stranger

This morning I was standing in the rain, struggling to unlock my car, when I remembered what happened yesterday. I was on my way to a writing workshop at Jack & Tony's, in Santa Rosa's Railroad Square. I couldn't find my umbrella, and so even though it's walkable from my home, I drove and found myself... Continue Reading →

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The Food that we Eat

I recently started reading a new blog, Year of Congee, written by Lorelle Saxena. It is an account of her commitment to eat Congee for breakfast every day for a full year. First of all, my spell check doesn't know what Congee is, and until I read the blog, I didn't either. What I can... Continue Reading →

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The Happiest Girl in the World

I found my favorite orange sweater!!!! (So many exclamation points!!) Last night I was looking for a scarf to take on an overnight to San Francisco in case it got chilly because, well, it always gets chilly. I pulled one out that I hadn't worn for a while, and there it was: my orange sweater.... Continue Reading →

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Quickie

I am not in the giddy teenage bloom of my youth anymore, and in my own personal world of relationships I often find myself with the opportunity to say "this ain't my first rodeo." Because, you know, there have been a few rodeos in my life. So to wake up in the morning, putter around... Continue Reading →

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The Night Sinatra Died

There was a bar in downtown Monterey called Bosso's, underneath the Dream Theater. It had a ginger-haired bartender named Patrick and skirted under the new smoking law by being (mostly) owner-operated. When you walked in you saw a long, sleek bar to your left with leather padding around the edges, worn and soft from years... Continue Reading →

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