why should I be made to feel like crap for just being who I am?

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sunrise, sunset

Equinox sunrise

Equinox sunset

Equinox. The seasons change again.

It’s been a great summer. It’s been a great year. When I think about the way it started, I am truly amazed at how wonderfully things have changed for the better. Maybe in some small way I can bring hope to others who are despairing. Because truly:

It will be all right in the end. And if it’s not all right, it’s not the end.

i saw endeavour’s final flight

Gathered on the roof to #spottheshuttle
We gathered on the roof at work …

#space #shuttle #endeavor #spottheshuttle
.. and saw it fly by.

I think it’s so cool that the flight looped all over the city before landing at LAX. Made a LOT of people smile, including me!

it’s always more fun when there’s a photo booth


We had our annual end-of-summer party at work today, complete with bands {Haim and Poolside}, beer, barbecue, and a photo booth. Elke and I got to goof off for a few hours.

It was fun.

my life does not suck

Yet another glorious #sunset #hike #mylifedoesnotsuck

Have you ever been to a big art museum? And walked into gallery after gallery, each one displaying works of beauty or intrigue or historical importance? And after an hour, thought … “ho hum, another masterpiece, I’ll give it ten seconds at best”? That’s when it’s time to get out, because you’ve become blasé about the gifts before your eyes.

I speak of what I know. But when it comes to natural beauty, I’m still enthralled.

I went for yet another sunset/night hike tonight, and experienced again the peace and silence and beauty and being-right-here-right-now that I get in the mountains, with a view of the sea and the setting sun.

I feel so very lucky to live in this gorgeous place, with friends and opportunities and health. I don’t take it for granted, not for a minute.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m really happy.


i’m cooking again

Beet, avocado and pear salad.

After eight years of cooking daily for a family, and an intensive year (2009) of feeding weekly dinner guests, I found myself single and not very hungry. On work days, a cheap and delicious cafeteria salad sufficed as the main meal. Scrambled eggs or a Lära bar got me through the evenings. Cooking just seemed too much bother.

But now, I’m cooking again. A new, appreciative audience helps. Because no matter how much I like the experience of preparing a meal (and I do, I really love it), I just don’t feel the impetus to plan and shop and chop and sauté if it’s just me to eat it. I know I am not alone in this. There are millions of you out there who agree. No matter how much you love to cook, you slack off when it’s just you … right?

So yeah, it’s good to be cooking again.

Old friends, you are invited for dinner. Call me, and we’ll set up a date.

the peace that sunset brings

Malibu sunset

A couple of blasts from the past this week have thrown me for a bit of a loop. I will possibly expound more in the coming days. For now, I just want to say that I’ve really been feeling quite rattled.

But a Saturday spent almost entirely outdoors (mountains and beach), while raising my skin color to lobster red, lowered my discombobulation by at least 50 percent. My friend K has the best sunset view, complete with a heart shaped tree on the next block. Love.

what should we do tomorrow night?

event planning

It’s been a while since I played with a flowchart. Fun!

why have i denied myself this fun?

View from Angel

Marina del Rey

View from K's

Asperger Beach

Photo by Clif. Taken from way up on top of the cliff.

I spent a lot of time on, in and near the water this weekend, with friends old and new. I’m a bit ashamed of the snobby attitude I’ve maintained all these years re the cold California ocean. Sometimes (like yesterday) it’s lovely, and I’ve been totally missing out, because of a false belief system.

Makes me wonder what other fun I’m missing out on. I think it’s time to test some more assumptions.

i can be a badass (in a good way)


Tonight my friend Evie shared her list of things she’s learned (this past week) on summer vacation. Which got me thinking about the things I’ve learned lately. Which got me art journaling.

Re the last point:

At CrossFit, ‘badass’ is a compliment. It means tough & strong. It means you strive hard, and push yourself, and break through your barriers. That’s what I’ve been doing, in my ‘protecting my knee’/’I’m 50 not 20’ fashion.

So when I just googled the term and found definitions ranging from ‘ultra-cool motherfucker’ to ‘a tough, aggressive, or uncooperative person’ (neither of which I am) I wondered if this was a label I wanted to adopt.

But when I think back to last night, and the hardest workout of my life, and the high-fives and encouragement from the kids decades younger than me, I know … yeah. I can be a badass.

And it feels fucking fantastic.