April 22, 2011
Mexican Ceviche on Tostada As I sit here on the plane to Mexico with my son’s sleeping head on my shoulder, it’s hard to imagine that just two nights ago he ran away from home. Well, running away from home is a bit of an exaggeration, but knowing that he was angry enough to want […]
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April 12, 2011
Back in 1990 I was sitting in my apartment with a close friend listening to her plaintive lament about life in Los Angeles. She decried the fast pace, the traffic, and the unrealistic expectations that life in tinsel town put on the average person. What she wanted, she bemoaned, was an authentic and real […]
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