The Case for Grandfathering-in Permit Fees
Zero, Zip, None. That’s how much fire victims should pay in permit fees to rebuild. In fact, I’ll take it further. Not only should the...
One Cocktail Too Many
The good news is that I feel like I just had a cocktail. The bad news is that I always feel like I just had a cocktail.
Don't Opt In – Yet
My husband and I lost a home in the Santa Rosa fire, and two years ago, we lost a home in the Valley Fire. The lessons we learned from...
I'll Know. But Until Then, I Won't
San Francisco blurred by. A guy was washing his hair next to a port-a-pottie in front of the Civic Venter. At the red light, I watched...
The Tannery, a Weird Destination
“Stall 25 or 32?” my husband Gary asks. We’ve narrowed our choices from the seemingly hundreds of nightly dinner options at the Marrakech...
A Walk to the Market
I like the art galleries, the black pottery, and the cold beer by the zocolo, but for me, the best part about Oaxaca is the tortillas....
We'll Never Get Rich Taking In Each Other's Laundry
With Lauren riding shotgun, I manhandled a U-Haul over the mountain from San Diego, up the California coast line, and finally to Sonoma...
A Flight School, a Stick of Butter, & a Little Luck
A while back, my husband and I opened a flight school, another in our long line of start ups. When we sold that beast of a business, Gary...
The Open Road
Japanese tourists stood in the middle of the freeway taking photos of the Route 66 sign. It’s fair to say there’s not much traffic in the...
One Tow Over the Line
In the middle of California, an invisible line snakes its way through vineyards, broccoli fields, mountains and coastland. And...
