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
Prepare for a strange but true linkage. The effects from stress of my mother’s move and care have surprised me. One of the most pronounced
Just sitting here on the sofa, listening to the Pandora Worldbeat station. Vaguely-Argentine guitar played by a guy named Johannes Linstead. I thought he might
Hi guys. As we’ve learned, now is possibly the best time of the year for a bargain. In that vein, Net-a-porter, the best high-end online
I generally prefer my gardens unfurnished. No statues or windchimes, no mirror balls. That way I can pretend I live on a high lonely hill, looking
I keep a manual to-do list. Today I look forward to rewriting it. Maybe that’s just foolish morning optimism, as often on waking I feel
Summer. This is my favorite time of year in Northern California – the upswing to solstice, the blue skies, the grasses beginning to burn. I’ve
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