Author Archives: Lisa

Many Things That Are Squishy And Plush And Brightly Colored, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:34am

Oh my gosh you guys I apologize but I am going to have to clarify my post from yesterday. I cringe because if I don’t watch out this is going to turn into a blog about blogging about blogs and I Do. Not. Want. That. At all. So I need to say I will still […]

How I Dress Up Now That I Am Over 50 (Actually 60)

I thought I’d conclude 5 years of monetized style blogging with a post crammed full of shiny stuff. Game? Let’s dress up! The point of fancy is to feel spectacular to look your best in accordance with both your persona and the occasion to feel spectacular How to do this in one’s later years? Advanced […]

A Little Moment Of It’s Not That Bad, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:56am

  Come December my back yard used to disappoint my living room. If I snuggled up to nandina I could find a little berry cheer but my beloved now-departed elm tree blocked much of the view from indoors. Even with the leaves had fallen, what I could see through bare branches was often splotched with elm detritus I […]

Leave The Leaves Alone, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:46am

I hope all of you who celebrate had a good Thanksgiving. It was just me and my husband this year. So we walked to a local restaurant, arm in arm, dressed up. I even wore boots. Big fancy. We were seated in the backroom, where harvest gold tablecloths reminded me of Thanksgiving with my grandmother […]

A Good Week Of Retirement, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:50am

Prepare to have the socks bored right off your feet. Lately I’ve been considering the idea of a Good Week. As someone who is wired by goals and plans and achievement, as I’ve said before, retirement poses a conundrum. Very little of what I do is big enough to need my full machine. Revving up […]

Piece By Piece, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:03am

You may remember a while back I started repurposing my kids’ spaces. My son’s room became my “workroom” (in quotation marks because in fact I just keep stuff there and cart it out to my sofa for actual working); my daughter’s room became the guest room. However, that was 2015, and in January of 2016 we […]

Even California Decorates For The Seasons, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:22am

I woke up early this morning, as usual. Today was darker than yesterday. Not just the infinitesimal shortening of winter daylight – our rain has arrived. The San Francisco Bay Area has a “summer dry” climate. Everything browns from June to October. Sometimes we have long, long droughts, but in a normal year, rain falls […]

Big Chicken, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:41am

I cannot write long non-fiction to save my life. Like gluing beads on fabric, too many small but important things to track. My fingers get in the way. Fortunately for the world, others pick up that slack. For example, Maryn McKenna has published a new book. Big Chicken. The title! Maryn has commented here, she and […]

Comfort Or The Fight, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:06am

I have a weekend full of children to enjoy. A friend of mine in London just gave birth, and I am encouraging her to distribute lots of “baby spam.” Today I’m going to the 4th birthday of two cute twins I met in their first week of life and have celebrated ever since. It’s possible […]

Invisible Smoke, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:29am

It’s a full 80 minutes drive from my house to the southernmost tip of fires now burning in the Wine Country. And yet yesterday morning I woke up with a nose bleed. Today again. Our air smells of smoke, is full of tiny invisible particulate, and alternates between Unhealthy and Unhealthy for Select Groups on the Air […]

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