Living in the mountains has its ups and downs. I love the winter snowstorms. I can stay curled up inside with my two cats for days, making soup, reading, yelling at cats, and watching horse racing on TVG. The summers in the mountains are just as peaceful. If I could I would spend everyday fishing …
I grew up I’m a forest full of trees. My home was chock in the middle of the San Bernardino National Forest. My street emptied into fields of Live Oaks, Jeffrey Pines and cedar trees. Pussy Willows sprouted as weeds do lush and every where along the trickling creek bed. I grew up hiking …
Sometimes I feel like I must repress some of my childhood memories and then they come flooding back to me at the mention of a subject like mushy lettuce. Oh yes, mushy, chewy slime-like lettuce brings back the memories of the Whoppers and the summer of eighty-nine. In the summer of 1989, …
Wanderlust. We all have it inside of us. Sometimes its just the intense need to get out of the city and go for a drive. If only my wanderlust was as simple as that. I’m sitting here on a cold and rainy autumn day. I just brewed up an Earl Grey lavender latte with coconut …
My Southern California life is a lot more dirt roads than shopping malls. It’s muddy running shoes, skinned knees and a mosquito squished sports bra and not True Reigion Jeans or six inch heels. I live in Southern California but not in the beaches and palm trees Southern California you are probably imagining. I live …