This past Saturday, Jake mentioned something called the Scare Farm happening that night. I heard eighth graders and Halloween and I gathered it was going to be like a haunted house, but on a farm… how very San Luis Obispo. Our neighbor, Mckinley, was in town and she oriented me to…
This morning we took a drive to the Elfin Forest for a morning boardwalk walk and some Thai food. The boys are in the backseat and my potential future birthday present comes up as a topic of conversation. Nate usually goes straight to the purse theory. Always a solid supposition. But…
During the last few days of August, I traveled to San Diego for my first-ever work conference COVID-style. It was energizing, productive, and my vaccine held up. I’m not quite sure how it came up, but at some point I mentioned Rooster Creek. What exactly is Rooster Creek you might ask? It…
Earlier this year JJ gave me my first warning. It went something like, “Mom. You have one more year of reading and then it’s done.” I’ve blocked out the exact words and the exact timing as one does when stabbed directly in the heart with a blunt baby spoon found…
My dearest Nate, It’s seriously September and you know what that means? Time for Mama’s belated birthday letter attempting to capture just what ten-year-old Nate is like. This year I’m going for a new Day-in-the-Life format. You know, fourteen thousand steps in your shoes… you’ll see. 7:00AM: You stumble from your bed, Kramer-style,…
Earlier this summer we took a short detour from the Survivor Marathon we’re on to watch the latest season of Top Chef. Or Top Escallop as I like to say. At some point there was a frustrated Italian contestant named Fabio who was griping about another chef named Jamie, of course, “All…
Dear Papa, Today’s your birthday. I think you’d be turning 67. Pretty sure you were never 100% sure and I’m not 100% sure so we’re even. Ha! We think about you all the time. Nonna told me she saw River twice today. Certainly doesn’t seem like a coincidence. I’ve been…
The Central Coast is not exactly a hotbed for new, diverse dining experiences. So when something new shows-up… I. Am. On. It. One such place is the chicly designed Paso Robles Public Market. For the record, it’s infinitely more attractive design-wise than the not yet opened SLO Public Market. But I’m…
We had a terrific Saturday in Portland today. Started with a breakfast feast at a diner-like joint up the street coincidentally called The Feast. Nate didn’t have Japanese pancakes, but it was definitely a plate of pancakes the size of Okinawa. Then we headed to the Japanese garden and it…
On Sunday, May 23rd we trooped down to the Tractor Supply and picked out four baby chicks to replenish our aging flock. We chose two black and white baby Sandos, a little Rhode Island Red, and an even littler golden one with feathered feet. We brought the girls home and…