Twenty-six years (and counting) of teaching has given me more than a little bit of experience in planning. It has also taught me that plans don’t mean jack-diddly-squat.
Continue reading The Best Laid Plans… Will Get Changed.
How long do you give plans a chance to work before you decide… meh, maybe it’s not happening? I mean, I’m a pretty stubborn person, but even I have my limits.
Continue reading The Third Time Wasn’t a Charm… Sort Of.
I guess this is the California version of the winter sleigh song, though if you go high up enough in the Sierra-Nevada mountains you will find snow. It’s just not where we were.
Continue reading Over the River-bed and through the Avocado Orchards to Grandfather’s House We Go…
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Fine if you’re in a hurry, but it sure makes for a boring trip.
Continue reading Take the Detour
There are a handful of movies that my family has watched repeatedly to the point of being able to recite the entire script. One of them is “Moonstruck” starring Olympia Dukakis and Cher. A Greek and an Armenian playing Italians? It’s okay, Armenians and Italians played Greeks in “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” so it balances out.
How is it that the things closest to us are often the ones we least explore? I’ve lived in this area for almost my entire life, and this last weekend was the first time I hiked this trail that is less than an hour’s drive away.
Continue reading A Wee Walk in the Woods
I’m not really a superstitious person, but every so often I come across situations that just make me stop and wonder if there’s any significance to something that might otherwise just be a really big coincidence.
Continue reading It’s a Numbers Game
Now that I am an official member of the “Yiayia Club”, I feel free to speak with great authority on something that I have less than a week’s experience with. Why not?
Continue reading On the Importance of Grandmas
If your thoughts about being at the beach in California are something out of the TV show “Baywatch”, you’ve clearly never been to the beach in California. At least nowhere north of Los Angeles. There’s a reason why.
Continue reading The (Real) California Coast
Earlier this spring, the Old Man and I went to a concert at a local theater. The band was Neil Young with Crazy Horse, the theater was a historic building from the late 1930s.
Continue reading They Don’t Make Them Like They Used To
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