Now that the weather is warmer, when I open the front door in the afternoon, this guy is waiting for me. Today we had another of our epi...

The tree closest to our front door has a wind chime hanging from a branch I can see from the dining room window. I noticed it not long a...

What ferocious looks like. Every Thursday morning at 9:30am, Mr. Jerry comes to do our yard work. We all love Mr. Jerry and he has bee...

"Mom? We are in a suburb, right?" "Yes." "A suburb of a city but we also live in a little city-town." ...

At certain times of day, the rush hours of morning and evening, our street is busy with foot and car traffic. I'm familiar with th...

The move is upon us. We're packed, mostly. We're boxed up, pretty much. We're sort of kind of ready as we'll ever be. Ou...

Saying goodbye to this place. We’ve just bought a little house. Our first. The bungalow we’ve been renting for the past five years w...

   photo "Quick into the car. We don't want to be late for school." "Okay, Mom. Let me just move my backpack ove...

The house we live in was built 101 years ago. The wood floors talk when we walk them and are especially noisy near the big brown chair. S...

photo There is a restaurant in our neighborhood that we find ourselves in a couple of times a week. It's an old school coffee shop...

“Bob, hold my hand. Let’s run for it.” “But Mom, this is jaywalking. Isn’t this jaywalking?” “It’s okay, we’ve got time. L...

Our house is at the end of a dead end street. Afton Place is a narrow, private road without sidewalks. On the day we moved in, the mo...

photo Our neighbor Miss Olga was outside turning on her sprinklers as Bob and I rounded the corner. I waved. "Hey, Mom? She's a ver...

My new work-out routine is as follows: Snap on Bob's bike helmet. Put leash on dog. Open the door. Chase.

Photo We Heart It Bob, Brandon, J.P. and Mia sat around a pile of sticks they called “the campfire.” Under the shade of the biggest tree in ...

Dear Violet, I am writing to you because you are behind the clothes washing machine and can not hear me very well because Mom told me that I...

I’ve written a little before about our old neighborhood . It had its charms, (freeway close, Toys R Us and good bagel bakery adjacent) and i...