Our second day of our lovely beach vacation we went to the C word for lunch. If you ever find yourself hungry on the Central Coast you must visit the C word. Of course I’m sure locals don’t call it that. I’m sure locals can pronounce places like Paso Robles and Cayucos and Avila Beach …
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 …
I cant believe I have lived in these mountains for my whole life and never had a run in with a skunk. Until yesterday that is. Living all of my thirty-two years in Southern California, of course, I have smelled skunk constantly over the years; people hit them with their cars on the freeways of …
Fifty seven minutes. It’s been fifty seven minutes since the damned parking meter ate my credit card and I’m fuming and dancing around my car doing the potty dance. Being that this is Southern California it took me over forty-five minutes to drive in heavily congested Orange County traffic to Newport Beach this morning even …
This is probably the most romantic story you have ever heard. My parents met changing bed pans in a nursing home. It was the seventies; most of my friends parents met at Woodstock or Southern California’s famous Venice Beach or one of those other places hippies loved in the seventies. Not my parents. They both …