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The Silver Strand
On a Thursday afternoon in the beginning of August, my new motorcycle helmet arrived via UPS. The one I had before was a hand-me down from a friend. It never fit properly. Every time I wore it I was convinced …
Prop 8
In 2008, when Californians were getting ready to cast their ballots in favor or against prop 8, my neighborhood began a passive aggressive feud. The neighbors across the way placed a Yes on Prop 8 sign in their garden. The …
Coronado
I want to die in Coronado. I came to this conclusion on Monday morning after dropping my boys off at Fiddler’s Cove for a week long sailing camp. When my oldest son, Andrew, stepped out of the car, he took …
The biggest fan
Gregory Page thinks I am in love with him. It all started innocently enough. In fact, I came to adore his music completely by accident. I heard a Tom Brosseau song on NPR one afternoon. I loved the rawness and …
I am not a team player
It was Monday when I was accosted by the mom crew at my kid’s school. They were standing near the picnic benches in their yoga pants and mesh hoodies. The short one with the thighs that could split my body …
Adventures in house hunting
In the morning I found him sleeping on the coach, legs dangling haphazardly off the cushions, his toes nearly touching the carpet, his breath bouncing off the patterned throw pillow I had sewn and stuffed myself last fall. I could …
The New Year
Sometimes I feel like my life is a never ending Saturday Night Live skit that is both hilarious and painful at the same time. The year 2009 was no exception. It started out with my mom and me taking a …
The visit
When I leave san diego to visit my sister in Charleston I am orange, the by-product of a really bad spray tan. I have a seven hour flight and I pray that it will magically fade before I reach the …
The pumpkin patch
It was two years ago when we first fell in love with Oma's pumpkin patch. While a large portion of San Diegans are partial to Bates Nut Farm our family is loyal to Oma's. I love it for it's essentials: …
Back to School
There is something slightly humiliating about attending Mesa Community College classes at the ripe age of thirty. Most of the other students look like prepubescent junior high kids who have just sprouted arm pit hair. The first day of class …
Holy heat
I know I shouldn’t complain about the weather when I grew up Chicago, a place where the humidity could melt your face off. But it’s hot! We don’t have air conditioning because in the seventies, when my home was built, …
Why I Should Own a Minivan
I almost got my ass kicked in the food-4-less parking lot off Broadway in El Cajon. I wanted to buy the popsicles that are imported from Mexico that look like rockets. When I lived within walking distance of the same …
The hypochondriac
When I get back from visiting my brother in San Francisco I feel terrible. I have the shakes and cough every time I laugh. It is annoying. My husband tells me that a 20-year-old woman died of the swine flu …