Before marriage, my friends and I were ravenous for a peep into our futures.
If I’d saved all the money I spent on fortune tellers over the years, I’d live in a home directly on the ocean. In Malibu.
I grew up in a musical family. My mother occasionally taught syncopation, my father played the harmonica like James Cotton. Our house was filled with everything from Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony to honky tonk. When they weren’t practicing, jamming or having sing-songs with their friends, they danced to tunes emitting loudly from the record player…
I am all about “If you dream it you can do it.” War Serenade in tangible form is proof of that. I dreamed about “her” for 40 years until I did something to make her happen….
We were used to going through airport-worthy, single-body-scan-tubes before drawing money at our neighborhood bank. Imagine then, the shock of cruising casually in and out of a drive-through to cash a check! The chasm was as wide as being served a cup of bleach with a plate of bacon!
But the real gap in our cultures was in the way we said goodbye.
One of my very best birthday gifts from my husband a decade ago was a week’s worth of boot camp for screenwriters given by one of the most sought after gurus in LA…
My first Broken Filter experience was years ago, when Athol and I were showing an elderly couple homes. We’d sold their life-long business and at last, they were able to upgrade to a fancy pad.
It’s Love Month and my prince, on the 15th February, yelled from his office to mine “Happy Valentine’s day for yesterday, Honey”. But that’s okay, because luckily I have his heart 365.25 days a year.
I am a Realtor, have been for 26 years. My peers and I are hardworking control-freaks (I have license to generalize), intent on harnessing situations we don’t have a hope in hell of controlling. Contrary to what it may look like, this is a tough gig…
First and foremost, I wish you and yours a happy 2019 filled with good health, unexpected joys and MOST everything you wish yourself. (I have to remind myself that we can’t have EVERYTHING, but we sure as hell can try!)
My adventuresome friend, always up for an adventure, made a suggestion for a shocking one minute video. Jack’s phone was quickly in photo-mode as Sally’s dexterous digits took the ankle sock off her other foot.
“Living in a homeowners association has its merits,” I always tell my real estate clients, “Yes, they might be a pain – but HOA’s protect the value of your property by not allowing your neighbor’s house to become an eyesore…”
Along came Nurse Cat. Not the usual bossy, condescending stereotype, Cat had a twinkle in her eye, a ready smile and more confidence than a brain surgeon. Basking in her competent aura, I felt immediately comforted, like I was listening to the Alls-right-in-the-world-voice of the tall Allstate spokesman…
…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.