Remember when you were a kid and you had to do something that you didn't really want to do but you had no choice in the matter? You know, kind of like every single day of your adult life, but earlier. Back when it seemed to you that SOMEDAY you would be able to grow … Continue reading you deserve a push up pop…
Standing before a clump of bushes I pulled my shirt out and let the red berries I was gathering collect in the little well that was made. I took my time. Pinching the berries off the branches with my tiny thumb and forefinger and carefully pulling off all the stems and leaves. When I'd gathered … Continue reading seeing red…
I remember sugar cookies with great fondness. Whenever we made them as a kid, which I don't recall doing often, I took great joy in the cutting and decorating of them. Frosting, sprinkles, candies. Fun. But the eating of the sugar cookies I never reveled in. I never enjoyed. I never even liked a little. … Continue reading the art of the sugar cookie…
When last I wrote to you, oh gentle readers, I was in the throes of a what to wear crisis. I had a long day ahead of me and I had to dress myself for two very special, very important, very different events. The one I did mention was the first ever on location episode … Continue reading what’s important
Friday night as we were just wrapping up the recording of Strange Love my phone rang. It was upstairs and on silent but I could hear it vibrating on the side board in the dining room. Since we stop recording around midnight I thought it was a little odd that it was ringing at all … Continue reading what godfathers are for
I lay perfectly still, exactly in the middle, unmoving. My hands and feet were tucked snugly into the blanket, my neck was safely covered by sheets.There was absolutely no way they were going to get me, it was impossible, improbable or at the least quite unlikely.The witch hiding under my bed, the whatever it was … Continue reading on the wall
Every few years we moved.That sentence, that simple statement, was the cold hard truth of my childhood.I was born in Fresno, California. Around the time I was 2 we moved to Baytown, Texas. When I was 5? Back to Fresno.I must have been 7 or 8 when we moved to Bakersfield, and by the time … Continue reading traveling child…
CamiKaos 