We went to Los Angeles last week for Spring Break. It made me homesick. The canopies of trees over the streets, green everywhere, the flowers, the sweet smell of jasmine and earthy scent of rich soil, the birds singing in the trees, the gentle rustling of wind in the leaves at night. The beach, the…
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Remembering My Father
My father died February 23rd. In Toronto I found myself staring at all the city’s bare trees whose limbs stretch up to a winter sky. There is comfort in nature’s patient wait for spring.
Hoover Dam
We’ve been meaning to go to Hoover Dam ever since we arrived in Las Vegas last summer. So we finally went this past weekend with friends visiting from Los Angeles. Amazing that a huge block of concrete is so beautiful. But it is. Beautiful. The next time you’re in Las Vegas, step off the strip…
Hanging Hearts in Class
Yesterday, I arrived in Caroline’s 4th grade class armed with a book of scrapbook paper, construction paper, yarn, and heart stickers. For the next hour and a half I helped the students make hanging hearts. Then I climbed up on the desks and pushed the yarn into the ceiling tiles to hang the hearts. (Luckily…
There’s A Scorpion In My Garage!
A few days ago I came across an uninvited guest hanging out on my garage wall. A Bark Scorpion. I quickly snapped a shot with my iPhone. Without getting too close. Wasn’t sure if it could jump out at me or not. I ran back inside to get one of Tim’s boots with the naive…
Hope In A Pool
Back in October when I posted about drowning in the uncertainty of house-hunting in Vegas, my friend Rebecca, who grew up in the California desert, posted an encouraging comment about finding a way to thrive in the desert. I firmly believe that the key to survival, and thriving, in the desert is a pool. My…
Bring On The Rain
I’ve always loved the rain. Rain and thunderstorms. Snuggling in covers with rain slamming into the windows, thunder crashing and lightning flashing – my favorite sleeping weather. But in all my years of living in California I only heard thunder half a dozen times. Apparently thunder is not part of the Southern California weather repertoire….
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These are my stories about surviving Hollywood, parenting two girls, and relocating to Las Vegas from Los Angeles, all while consuming a lot of chocolate. -
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