I hate spiders. That said, I do realize their benefit in the garden. Benefits aside, they always find me, and my succulent person has often been the victim of their bites more times than I care to remember. Earlier this week, I noticed a semi-larg…

There’s nothing quite like living out your rockstar fantasy at the House of Blues — and then having that glorious night followed by a foot appointment the next day where you’re diagnosed with something that no chick ever wants to hear. And by “yo…

My first concert on the Strip was when I was 14. I think I’ve written about it before, but to briefly recap, I’d sent a letter to a band’s management folks, got a letter back from the singer, an invitation to attend their show at the Roxy and, bei…

The other evening I saw two older women walking together. Their clothing was ill-fitting, mismatched, they had their possessions in push-carts that seemed to be used on a daily basis and it was obvious that walking was their main mode of transport…

The other night after the workday had ended, and during those precious turquoise sky moments when the sun seems to rest in a hammock just below the horizon, I decided to spend some time outside. When I finally came in, I noticed something I hadn’t…

Sometimes a walk down memory lane can be an invigorating experience. It might make you feel inspired to try your hand at something that you once used to do regularly, take the trip you’ve been putting off for years or call someone you haven’t spok…

I was watching a show on TV earlier and the host was talking to someone whose business he was going to help. He said that he was going to flip the owner’s world upside down. The owner had been doing things wrong and, although her business was fail…

A number of years back, I had a housewarming and had spent the few weeks prior decorating my place until it was just the way I liked it. My living room had massive windows — I can’t remember how tall they were, but somewhere in the neighborhood o…

Confession: sometimes I eat soup from a can. Not a can of soupish contents that I dump into a pan and add water or milk to…I’m talking straight from the can itself. Like, stick a spoon in and go for it. But not all soups are created equal. There…

Know what I hate? When a thought process short circuits and fails me. My first recollection of this was when (sorry, guys) I shaved my legs for the first time. I was fascinated at how smooth my calves were and, as I stared at the wonder-tool in my…