I didn’t choose running. Running chose me. I was never a athlete. No one in my family is athletic at all. My eighty five year old grandmother absolutely can not fathom why I have to run eight miles a day. ” No one in our …
Sometimes I feel like I must repress some of my child hood 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. The summer of 1989 I …
It’s kind of embarrassing but yes I have a Twitter account. I will be the first to admit I do not understand the first thing about Twitter. Like the whole hash tag thing; I just don’t get it. A few months ago while I was still doing the whole single thing I found …
“Babe! Did that pelican just eat a bird?” I am standing on the Oceanside Pier with my boyfriend, it’s a chilly partly sunny fall day and the pelicans are extremely friendly. And possibly way to hungry. It’s weird, and it’s Halloween today so maybe a little spooky? …
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 …