When I was 10 my aunt came to live with us.
That may not seem like a big deal, but since my family is from Ireland it meant she had to travel about five thousand miles to do so.
The reason she came out was that Mom was having a baby. And since Mom already had three kids, and Dad was, well, Dad, she was going to need some assistance with my new sister. So Aunt Bridget came to live with us and help out for about a year or so. Continue reading →
Do kids cruise anymore?
You remember cruising – when you drove up and down the boulevard for hours on end achieving little more than burning half a tank of gas. It was this activity where we were all going somewhere and yet never really arriving there. Do kids still do that? If they do, I haven’t seen them lately. Of course to see them I suppose I’d need to be on the boulevard at 11:00 on a Saturday night – and that doesn’t happen too often any more.
But there was a time it did. Continue reading →
Looking for love? If I can find it so can you (trust me on that one). And to celebrate I’m giving away a copy of my new book
Online Dating Sucks…but it’s how I fell in love
Just like this post (and my facebook page if you haven’t already) and you will be entered into the drawing Feb. 14th. Happy Valentine’s Day!
The book is in ebook format – which can easily be downloaded to your smart phone, laptop, desk top, iPad or Kindle.
Good luck and pass it on!
I hate baseball.
I know those are strong words, but it took me a long time to get here. You know, the truth probably is I don’t really hate baseball – hate is such a harsh word. So how about this: I deeply dislike baseball.
A little background: When I was a kid growing up in the Bay Area I played a lot of baseball. I played it at school and I played it in the neighborhood. And back then, in the mid 70’s, when the Oakland A’s were doing really well, I even watched it on television.
But it was not my favorite sport – I preferred football and soccer. To me there just wasn’t enough going on in a baseball game. It seemed liked long stretches of boredom, punctuated with the occasional spurt of excitement – kind of like a fire station. You stood around waiting for something to happen, and then when it did you hoped you were part of the action. Continue reading →