Sprinklers. It's a no-win situation and right now I'm not winning. No one really wins with sprinklers and if they do, victories are temporary. Sprinkler heads are always breaking off. If not breaking off, jamming up. Given how pitched the battle can be, if you're smart, you'll take a tie ove…

Playing Makin Groceries is a small tradition in our family. Every family has their traditions, large and small, and they鈥檙e all important. Makin Groceries is a card game, played like Go Fish, which features the food of New Orleans. Cards have pictures of beignets, Zapp's potato chips, sausag…

Last Sunday we had a celebration of life for John David Merrill, Sue's dad and my father-in-law, in the club room at the 撸管社 Racquet Club. Herb Benham IV sang "Live Forever" by Billy Joe Shaver and "Blue Star," a Willie Nelson piece. John loved Willie Nelson. His niece Trish Merrill …

Jeff Pickering was in town last week. Jeff now lives in Vero Beach, Fla., where he runs the Indian River Community Foundation. In addition to Jeff and his family 鈥 wife Stephanie and kids Colin, Olivia and Grant 鈥 Indian River is home to some of the best citrus in the country, especially the…

I'm not sure I've ever gotten more responses than I did a few weeks ago when I mentioned that I have been suffering from depression and that I have spent the last nine months in psychiatric facilities.

How sweet is this rain? Driving in from the desert, flying over Breckenridge and Bear Mountain, walking by the bike path, green everywhere. No brown, no evidence of past fires, just carpets and hillsides of green.

There are plenty of reasons not to bake bread, including the fact that you can buy it at the store. Trader Joe's sells good bread as does Baker's Outpost and grocery stores have Dave's Killer Bread, which toasts well, butters up nicely and welcomes honey, strawberry jam or peanut butter.

Recently, I got a letter from the IRS. Correspondence with the IRS can be buried in a sea of catalogs, an ocean of PG&E bills, a reservoir of letters from the Social Security Administration, Medicare and credit card companies, hoping to tempt you to transfer your credit card balance "wit…

Would this be the year I'd fall off the wall on the front porch while stringing up the evergreen garland and white twinkly lights? If 2022 weren't memorable enough, falling backward into the scratchy pink bushes would do the job and serve as a catchy first line in next year's Christmas letter.

The magic trick is turning a less-than-lighthearted subject into something that will bear fruit like the sweet pomegranate tree in our front yard.

I raised my heavily muscled arms, arms which I've always been proud of, and then rolled my shoulders forward as if my shoulders were stiff, which they were but that's not why I rolled them.

Success story. We can't have too many of those. This victory march ended recently at Jeffrey Cowan's wedding, surrounded by people who had been through the good and the not-so-good. It was time to celebrate.

I walked down 20th Street. Something I've done a million times but this was different. No assault from the sun. The ankle-biting mosquitoes seem to be hanging on, but I'll trade the absence of one for the presence of the other. There is hardly anything better than a leisurely walk on a cool day.

Travel is an adventure 鈥 a contact sport too 鈥 but who knew that sleep would be near the top of the sporting list on our recent nine-day, 62-mile pilgrimage on the Camino de Santiago in Spain.