…But to my hungry eyes, it wasn’t a random pinprick of possibility, but rather the blaze of the HOLLYWOOD sign, in all its full-bulb glory.

My mom’s ring was too small for my finger. I wanted it close to me. I schlepped from jewelry store to jewelry store, looking for a gold and silver chain, thin enough not to overwhelm the ring’s understated elegance…

On the way home from the station, my mom told them there was a surprise waiting. Viv asked if it was a little monkey. My Mom said “something like that.” Understandably my eleven-year-old sister was disappointed when she saw me.

TRAIN was opening for Hall & Oats. OPENING? It was my TRAIN I was there to catch, heart thudding like the choo-choo-choo of an old steam engine.

Ivette is the most popular girl I know. Her great faith in me had encouraged her friends, some of whom already had copies of “my baby” to stop by. I was thrilled beyond measure…

But nothing stirred me like the fairytale-esque Angel Tree. This natural wonder is a live oak spanning 28 ft in circumference, 66.5 ft in height, producing 17,200 sq.ft. of shade. Experts estimate it’s at least between 400 and 500 years old…

Funerals with these girls are a riot – even death can’t stop their dry wit peeping through because their funny is permanently on HIGH. The angels themselves…

When I came to America I was beyond delighted my accent was “different”. An 8,000-mile distance had rendered me “interesting”. Me? WOW! This was my second clue…

Well, this Mother’s Day I meandered half asleep as usual to put the kettle on for coffee. An intriguing black box with a fancy blue bow quickly opened sleepy eyes. The box looked expensive…

Life rolled out a cow pasture of disappointments in the last couple of weeks. Acres of my world were layered in the foulest-smelling manure. But as I gagged on the stench, I saw one green leaf…