I bought a garden in the South of France and a house. I describe the garden first, now, because my garden has been in question of late–– and I keep holding onto it. I wondered to myself why I don’t just sell the garden when about five… Read full post »

       Somewhere in a haze of businessy preoccupations it occurred to me a while ago that I hadn't heard from the Cannes Film Festival rejecting me. You might add why I wouldn't wonder that every year( or at least think they were ignoring me)–– but,… Read full post »

       As soon as we arrived in France, my children and I established ourselves in a small hotel with a kitchenette in Montmartre. Of course, when we first arrived we were horribly out of sync with jet lag and time differences–– so we found ourselves up in the… Read full post »

Probably it has occurred to everyone what only occurred to me tonight after watching a touching cinematic drama about two male  teenagers and their mother. This is one reason I resolutely cling to my ambitions as a filmmaker––not for the fame, cash, glitterati, kapow factor–&nd… Read full post »

 On the eve of the general strike and action against the cuts in education being held tomorrow throughout California, (and it is suspected perhaps throughout the country,) I took time to break off my life's recount to measure the experience both here and abroad. At the moment one of my… Read full post »

 What I don’t know what to write about is what happened after we landed in France. I know that I took a ridiculously expensive taxi ride to the only inexpensive hotel I was acquainted with in Paris, which was  in Montmartre. I went there because I knew it from being… Read full post »

        My daughter  and I wracked our brains together yesterday trying to remember if there was some special festivity attached to Valentine's Day in France.  Neither one of us could remember a single special element–– even if the first v… Read full post »

A Ming Dynasty box from Aunt Myrl

      It would be only fair to reveal that a very strange event happened that short-circuited my plan to sell all and go to France on the proceeds.  Not that  I wasn't sincere. I left California and the bog I… Read full post »

I grew up in this small seaside town on the coast of central California. When I was first brought here, at five years old, the natural surroundings of the place fit me well –– but the people seemed to view me, both kids my own age and adults, as an odd… Read full post »

       I've read a book recently written by Amy Alkon ( I see rude people ) and she comments on the strange phenomena of bloggers and responders to bloggers objectifying others and saying or asking things they wouldn't say to their face–– hurtful or unsubstantiate… Read full post »