I used to blog about my parents all the time when I lived in the same town as them and my dad walked around the front yard in his ripped underwear or took his Siamese cat on a leash into the local hardware store. I live on the other side of the mountain range from …
Dear Senator Feinstein, You don’t know me but I am one of the 17,000 individuals employed in the Southern California horse racing industry. I’m a handicapper, wagering ambassador and thoroughbred racehorse owner. Aside from that, I am a fan of the sport of king’s ever since the first time I watched the Kentucky Derby when …
It’s just barely March and I am already dreaming of fourteeners. One California snowy fourteener in particular. Yes, every winter in our household, we start daydreaming about hot summer days in the eastern sierras and summiting Mt Whitney, the highest mountain in the continental United States. I live in sunny southern California in a rural …
I swear I heard a rumor that its springtime under these frozen pine limbs but it was so blustery this morning on my hike that my iPhone simply refused to turn on whatsoever. One minute my frozen iPhone went from sixty percent battery to three percent battery as I was trying to take a selfie …
Dear diary, It’s 10:30 a.m. and it has been raining cats and dogs for forty-eight hours now. I have not laced up my North Face hikers snow boots and hit the trail, any trail, with my favorite four-legged mutt in fifty-five hours, ten minutes and four seconds. I’m feeling wired, and edgy from all the …