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Resurrected
Last summer, my father-in-law almost died. In fact, he did die, but that’s only if you want to get technical about it. He flatlined while in the hospital and was revived for the price of a
David and Barbarella Join TAO
I know, I know, it’s been forever! Why don’t you call, you wonder. Where have you been, you ask. If you happen to be on Facebook, you already know bits and pieces, but regardless, I’m here
It’s not about the rug
It wasn’t what he said…I hardly remember what it was he said — it was the way he said it. There was a crease over his brow, and then he let out a sigh that was so heavy
Whatever, Gladys
“That was weird,” I said. I waited politely for David’s inevitable “What?” before continuing, “This guy came out from the alley, stepped behind that utility box, in that corner where it meets the dumpster, and was
Clean slate
We stood at the window and watched as the hummingbird hovered in a stream of sunlight, revealing the dazzling emerald and brilliant ruby hues of its feathers. “I feel guilty, taking his food away,” David said,
GroundFrog Day
As the frog drew closer to my face, I did my best to suppress the words that had been uttered just an hour before by the woman who was now proffering the slippery varmint. She said
Taste the East at Lobster West
It was only a handful of months after he’d finished his lobster crawl across the island of Martha’s Vineyard (ingesting 9 lobster rolls in 11 days) that David discovered Lobster West in Encinitas. We were at
Creeping crud
I like to fancy myself as the sort of person who remains stoic and pleasant to be around when ill, but I know it’s a lie, and not a little white one. The truth is, when
Hearty garden at Great Maple
When I hit up Great Maple, on the easier-to-park side of Hillcrest, it’s usually mid-morning and I have two items on the brain: salad and doughnuts. I don’t even look at the menu anymore. Rather than risking
Anything Chestnut
“There, that looks like a good one,” David said. I pulled the car to the curb in front of the sprawling Mission Hills residence. I kept the motor running as David got out, affected a casual