Hot Tub Time Machine
“Would you mind if we hang the pinata from your tree?” My neighbor Richard asked me that the other day, as my culdesac was preparing... Read More
To The Moon, Jslow.
That’s what I muttered under my breath, after Jslow unceremoniously shot down the link to the moon-boots I sent for her approval. Pow pow pow….she... Read More
Coming Out of the Closet
I’ve been in my new house for about a month now. My new neighborhood, Golden Gate Heights, is an obscure, funky area that no one... Read More
Slipping Back to Blank Stare, Blink
I’ve shuffled back to Blank Stare, Blink in my old Ugg slippers, just in time for New York Fashion Week. Yes, Ugg Slippers. My husband... Read More
The House Over the Hill
Sunday found me climbing a very steep hill up 9th Avenue on the 6-Parnassus, en-route to yet another open house. Seven weeks. Two offers. Zero... Read More