It’s a story everyone wants to hear. The story about the day they came into the world. Like my mother, I handed those tales down to my children with great regularity. I brought out the stories on long rides when the road was whizzing by. I molded them into bedtime yarns. I dusted them off and gave them new luster on request. But, I especially brought them out when they had a definite news peg – birthdays – like today.
It was February 28, 1994. It was just before one in the morning. I felt the stirrings and then the pain I easily recognized as labor. We called Jim’s dad who rushed over. We left him with our sleeping two-year-old, Katie. Jim put on his would-be paramedic look and rushed out to the car. I waddled after him. Once again, he flipped on his imaginary lights and siren and we were off, racing to the hospital, while I writhed in pain. Continue reading
This is a very aggressive cold and flu season. It’s taking people OUT. When you get it, it comes on strong and then comes back – with a crazy boomerang affect. I know – I had it. But while I was in the fight – trying to beat back the flu – I came up with a culinary weapon that I think helped.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I cracked the code on Sick Soup. You know… the soup that makes you feel better, like it’s helping you get better, when you are lying in bed. And I made it up, all by myself. I was forced to when I was faced with a dearth of options one day – in a sick stupor – foraging the neighborhood for something to eat. Continue reading
It’s quiet around the neighborhood this weekend. Everyone seems to be getting ready for the 49ers game. The Bay Area is on a sports roll and football is heating up again just when I thought we were finished with it. The only reason I’d know anything about football season is that I’d been noticing that I’m not weaving through Cal football fans lately when I go for swims at Hearst pool on campus. Since I don’t follow sports, that personal observation is always my first clue that Cal’s season has fizzled out. I kind of miss those fans. Their whole schtick reminds me of the scenes in Harry Potter where everyone is going to the World Quidditch Cup. It almost makes me want to be a fan.