Dense morning fog giving way to clouds, and an unseasonal, paralyzing cold front. Possible clearing in the afternoon, unless your name is Lauren, in which case the clouds will stick around through the evening. Bonus: a chance of drizzle. Clouds.Cl…

I swear it was broken. It reminded me of one of those heart-shaped necklaces that had been split in two, with one side reading “friends,” and the other reading “forever.” Only it was in the sky. And I couldn’t figure out why it was broken. There w…

One of the higher points of my day was getting a crown on one of my rear molars. That should tell you something. I took my 18th needle (above the shoulder, and since Valentine’s Day) this morning at the dentist, thanks to having cracked a tooth Go…

It’s easy to spot sadness, strife and chaos on a daily basis. Just look around. Look next door; listen to how some husbands, wives and children interact. Look at the people around you — the people in line in front of you, the employees who staff …

I can’t remember the year exactly, but it was summertime, and it was definitely the mid-ish 80s. My family’s annual trek to Lake Cachuma was underway, complete with drooling canines in the back of our trailer-towing station wagon. It was a vehicle…

It’s not that I dislike you because you seem to do things in a half-assed manner on the surface (I think we all know you’re smarter than that). It’s because I think you’re too calculating. I like you, but only a little. I was tied to another for s…

Finding a new tool that maps crime in your neighborhood is a good thing. It’s also really, really scary. It’s amazing how much goes on in broad daylight. And while I don’t mean to make light of crime, one of my favorite surprises was seeing how mu…

Last summer, I was at Disneyland on the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad when it broke down. The train sat, stuck, on one heck of an incline. Ride operators eventually came around and helped us off, then walked us down the faux, red clay steps just t…

I often say that I have no problem writing (stories and the like) about things that are dark, depressing, negative, catastrophic. There’s something about the drama that I like, although I try my best to shun it on a daily basis in my own life. I l…

I realized something the other day: I sell myself short on a daily basis, and I have a fear of finding Mr. Right because I assume that once he gets to know me, he’ll pull a, “Oh, this is the real you? Just kidding. Bye.” I’m tired of goodbye. In m…