The Tulips Go With the Walls I’m on vacation…a working vacation, but let’s not split hairs. There’s a great big tv sitting opposite a great big couch, which is positioned dangerously close to my computer. Because even though my back is to the couch and tv when I’m sitting at the computer, I feel their eyes on me, drawing me back to daytime tv. This summer I discovered HGTV. Who knew?! Did you know? All those fabulous shows?! Omigod. I’ve been in heaven. It all started w

Rain So, I don’t like road trips in the first place. Maybe it’s because I live in Southern California, and to say I live in my car is not to exaggerate the situation. But I don’t think I ever liked them, even though the childhood road trips were as pleasant as my mother could make them. These included bi-annual trips from Massachusetts to Kentucky where my parents had grown up. It was on one of those trips, that I left my blanket behind in one of the motels on the way, and

Statue of Liberty I blew into NYC last week. And then I blew right back out. I think that sounds really cool, the blowing in and out of NYC. Makes me sound like I do it all the time. But I don’t. I barely go to New York. Last time I was there was ten years ago. This is practically a sin. New York City is NEW YORK CITY, right? An iconic place. An American iconic place. I should be beating down the flights to fly from Newport Beach to New York! I was nine years old the

La Grange, IL train station I get away from the beach madness of Southern California in the summer to the quiet countryside of Western Illinois. But it takes me longer to get from Newport Beach to Macomb than it takes me to get from LA to Paris. This normally isn’t a problem. The trip happens once at the beginning of the summer. Then weeks later, at the end of the summer. But this summer I had to leave Macomb right in the middle of my trip to go to NYC for a week-end con