I often wonder how my mother, who grew up in a house on the beach, ever learned to sleep without the sound of crashing waves. When she first moved away from home, from the sounds of the Pacific lulling her to bed, was the silence deafening? Both of my parents …
I’m sorry. I used to say that a lot. I wasn’t really aware of it until someone would point it out, and then I would say, well, I’d say I was sorry. In high school, I had a friend who did me a huge favor by calling me out on …
LA summers, summers in the Valley, were just as hot when I was a kid, but we didn’t seem to notice. We’d be running around camp all day in triple-digit weather, and somehow, incredibly, not suffering heatstroke. It must have been all those popsicles and swimming. At home, we never …
In the last week, I joined in celebrating the 90th birthday of a man who has lived a truly remarkable life. I also learned, via twitter , of Alice Pyne, a fifteen year old girl in England with terminal cancer who created a blog to post her bucket list, which …
Forget that whole Rapture business. Or even the 2012 Prophecy. People, mark your calendars for the weekend of July 16, 2011, and get as far away from Los Angeles as humanly possible. Even the mayor is recommending it. The Mayor. Telling us to get out of town. Be prepared. In …
My love-hate relationship with the Internet is mostly made up of love. The downside comes when time seems to vanish before my eyes, when one article on one site links me to another and then another, and suddenly what seemed productive turns into a black hole of time suckage. There’s …
As a writer, I started to blog thinking it was merely an extension of what I already do. But I was wrong. Because normally it’s me behind a byline or masthead or script cover page or a camera lens. But now it’s just me. Not behind anything. And the Internet …
It is late at night and someone across the way is playing La Vie En Rose. It is the French way of saying, I am looking at the world through rose-colored glasses. – Sabrina, 1954 I was in the midst of reading the menu on the restaurant wall when my …
This post didn’t start out this way. I didn’t plan to talk about what happened Sunday night. But it seemed ironic that as I was preparing quotes for this week’s installment of five great things some one else said, I found out a quote I had just posted was, in …
I found a bunch of my old albums the other day. Not my parents’ albums, the ones they played on the Bang & Olufsen, but some from the collection my little sister and I destroyed on our Fisher Price turntable. Every scratch made with love. But soon enough they were …