The Alarms Of Care, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:32am
On Thursday, we moved Mom’s furniture, again. Why? Well, we’d originally set up a room in the Memory Care unit of her current facility. We
On Thursday, we moved Mom’s furniture, again. Why? Well, we’d originally set up a room in the Memory Care unit of her current facility. We
The world is on fire. Or so it seems. Anything I can say that isn’t political is just a truism. Why don’t people like each
If you like estate sales, and live close to or in Santa Barbara, the estate sale for the furnishings of my mom’s house is being
Here in North America, we’ve just emerged from a brief flurry of national insignia-waving. (Hey there, Canada!) Which made me think, what are the signs
I don’t miss formal much at all. I don’t really care what fork someone uses for their fish, nor in what direction they scoop their
The party for my stepmother was beautiful. A little gem of a fête. Spring green tablecloths, white chairs, turquoise and mint Chinese lanterns in the
Today we’re hosting a back yard party for my stepmother. She turned 75 a couple of weeks ago, and while someone may deserve a fête
The back yard is green. It’s hydrangea time. Yeah, they are leggy, pruning mistake. Lesson learned. Leslie asked me how my white roses are doing. In
It has come to my attention that everyone thinks they’re the good guys. I ran across this video, which is political, so let me sum
Last week my husband and I went up to Napa for a few nights. We stayed, as we have before, at the Carneros Inn. I
Ann Beverly, the Julie Hewett Cheekie blush is yours! Send me an email at the skyepeale address, with your mailing address, and I’ll send it
So here’s something happy. Back in 2015 I watched all of The Wire, and decided I needed to volunteer in a challenged school district. As
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