Say Cheese

In 1986, the American Dairy Association sponsored an ad to run during the Super Bowl that still, to this day, speaks to my soul. It was a take-off on the song, Food, Glorious Food, from the musical “O…

Corn Nuts in Greenfield

I love peanuts and cashews and almonds and walnuts and pistachios, but they absolutely do not love me. I wouldn’t say I have a nut allergy — there’s no EpiPen in my bag — just a general malaise hits m…

King City’s Jewel of a Theater

When my children were young, before puberty hit and they never wanted to leave their rooms, they loved to perform on stage. Both were participants in numerous local theatrical productions in a variety…

Whole Lot of Shakin’ Going On

If you’ve live in California for any length of time, then you are well-acquainted with the natural disaster our state is known for — an earthquake. I’ve lived here my whole life and am vividly familia…

Jose Eusebio Boronda Adobe

There’s something about old, forsaken looking cemeteries that calls to me. It could be the lopsided, cockeyed headstones that have somehow weathered the years. Or the scrubby, lifeless looking weeds t…

Carmel’s Fairytale Houses

Every Sunday, my guy and I go somewhere for a hike. It’s a Sunday fun-day tradition that we work really hard at not missing. Every so often, though, the weather isn’t great or we get a late start or w…

Los Coches Adobe

I’m a born-and-bred Californian. I’ve been fortunate to have lived in every compass point of this state. The Salinas Valley, though, is without question my favorite spot. It has it all — a small town …

Migrating Monarchs Materialize

The Monarchs have returned to Pacific Grove. They do that about this time every year. They’ve become such a part of the town they have their own neighborhood, the Monarch Butterfly Sanctuary. It’s a b…

Jeffers Country

“Lend me the stone strength of the past and I will lend you The wings of the future, for I have them. — Robinson Jeffers, To the Rock that Will be a Cornerstone — I took a tour of Tor House and Hawk T…

Monterey’s Blue Grand Canyon

A couple of years ago, I hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back with my guy. It was in late June. It was hot. Really hot. At one point, the temperature gauge at the bottom read 146 degrees (…