MORE: 2026's Word of the Year
Every few years I adopt a word, a tangible visual that I can hold on to. In 2019, after surviving my neck fracture, it was GRATEFUL. In 2022, after carelessly breaking my foot, it was MINDFUL.
Every few years I adopt a word, a tangible visual that I can hold on to. In 2019, after surviving my neck fracture, it was GRATEFUL. In 2022, after carelessly breaking my foot, it was MINDFUL.
This darling independent bookstore recently opened and I'm so glad we finally had the opportunity to explore it.
The owner, Melissa, began her bookselling career in a vintage VW Van named Dewey, that she'd drive to local events selling books and trinkets as her mobile store. She has even hosted book club meetups at wineries (Vine) and restaurants yet now focuses on her brick-and-mortar storefront. I wish I would have been able to see her in action with Dewey.One of my greatest joys is reading! With the weather frightful and the fire delightful, I spent a joyous day reading The Correspondent by Virginia Evans.I had intended to listen to this novel as an audiobook on my recent drive South but the queue was just too long. Instead, I ordered a hardback copy (my favorite reading material) to be awaiting me in Temecula. I haven't purchased a newly released book at a brick and mortar store in years. I am so incredibly pleased with this literary investment. Wow.
I'm a huge fan of South Lake Tahoe author, Kat Medina. Today's eblast from her struck a chord.
We always begin the New Year celebrating in a very special way. It was 39 years ago, January 1, 1987, that Steve and I became a little family. To commemorate this milestone, we sat for a photographer when our son was just two weeks old.Big hair, small baby, what a combination yet what an occasion to document with photos.
Our older son is spending the holidays with his in-laws. Today, he joined us for a morning at the beach.
With a glorious 77° day at the seashore, we were ill-prepared to be that warm. We should have been in our swimsuits. We are so out of the SoCal Winter habit.
This is something I would like to start in our family. The Icelandic Christmas Eve tradition of Jólabókaflóð, or "Christmas Book Flood," was introduced to me by my Pennsylvania pen pal, Kim, when she sent me the very delightful Christmas in Wales.My new holiday tradition is a unique and cherished cultural practice in Iceland, deeply rooted in the nation's love for literature and storytelling. In Iceland, ‘book flood’ is celebrated on Christmas Eve and revolves around giving and receiving new books, often accompanied by delicious treats. The night is spent in the company of loved ones, reading and sharing stories, creating memories that last a lifetime.
One of my favorite art galleries is passed often in our busy travels. On Tuesday, we decided we had time to stop and ogle art.The Sebastopol Center for the Arts (SebArts) hosts an Annual Member Show, a dynamic exhibition featuring favorite works by its member artists. This showcase captures the creativity of the local arts community, displaying diverse personal pieces.
Steve and I want to wish you the Happiest of Holidays. Here's to a 2026 that is unforgettable (in a good way).
I just finished an amazing debut novel written by my friend, Karen's niece. Jessica Guerrieri has created a work that, while difficult at times to read, was impossible to put down.
The story is about Leah O'Connor, a mother of three who feels lost in her life and struggles with alcoholism as an escape from the pressures of motherhood and a strained relationship with her mother-in-law. The book explores themes of motherhood, identity, female friendship, and addiction, following Leah as she unravels and must confront her choices and seek help from her sister-in-law, Amy, and the O'Connor family. It's a work of literary women's fiction, praised for its raw honesty and relatable portrayal of the struggles women face.Jessica's says of her writing, "So no, I don’t think fiction is a lesser truth. I think it’s the bravest one. We tell stories not to escape life—but to survive it. To make something of the weight. To transform grief into something we can carry. Something we can even, someday, set down. And then, maybe, we hand it to someone else. Maybe they hear their truth in our voice. And maybe, for a moment, they feel a little less alone. Fiction doesn’t hide the truth—it metabolizes it into something we can stomach. Something that prepares us for what we’re meant to survive." Wow.
When I saw this on Facebook, I knew I had to go. "Join Old Lyfe Alpacas for our last Open House at our Washoe Valley location!" It was free, welcoming, and incredibly joyful.
Since it is said, "A picture is worth a thousand words", these images should adequately express how fun our day was. I took over 70 photos and I really wanted to share them all. I 🩷 Alpacas.
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