You know your friend is cool when in the middle of eating a buttery syrupy pancake they stop, look at you and say “Look, Africa!” Frankly, I may not have noticed. The fluffy continent might have ended up in my mouth before my brain recognized its contours. We were having breakfast at Fox’s, Altadena’s family… Continue reading Africa pancake
I love living in Los Angeles. I also hate living in Los Angeles. But I have an innate ability to see magical things in people and places because, frankly, I’m willing to take that risk. I’ve maintained, miraculously, a childlike excitement about the world around me. Through disappointments, illnesses, losing jobs, being broke, having to… Continue reading Steamed fish
Los Angeles county is 4,752 square miles. If you live and work there, it can become a thick molasses you can’t get away from, no matter how fast and far you drive. So a jaunt to Oregon to visit my grandparents was a welcome and needed escape.
Tattoos on the Heart is a book that will imprint itself on you as soon as you start reading it. I’ve been looking forward to my date with this book before I fall asleep every night, and the minute I got to the last page, I just flipped the book back to the first page,… Continue reading Tattoos on the Heart
Across the street from “Pie’n’Burger”. I just LOVE the last part: “Even if you parked for ‘just a minute to get a piece of pie’ ” Signs like this, and the indubitable proof that there are people with a great sense of humor out there, just make my day.
A tired post at the end of a long day. An unnoticed earthquake in Silverlake. Driving down the 110 tonight, on my way to LAX, the sky was huge and the five-lane freeway started moving slowly, brake lights coming on, flashing like Christmas lights and I saw something I’ve never seen: a police car, with… Continue reading weaving