The pot of gold is perspective
"Where did it go?!" asked our enthusiastic three-year-old, Nicola, as we drove on the windy road, seeing a rainbow over here, then over there, with every curve and change in direction. The sunshine did its best to break through the autumn rain...
Something had to die
How do you grow? You get tested. Not for STDs or that sort of thing (though that sort of thing is very...
In-situ magic
"Is that real?" The row of colorful flowers looked bright and cheerful, but something seemed a bit off. I recognized the flower...
The ride
I love getting older. Perhaps part of that comes from looking like I was 15 years old until my late twenties. Or...
Dot dot dot
In each place I’ve called home, I’ve been interested in regional art forms. In Los Angeles, the area’s architecture...