Tag: parenting

September 26, 2017 /

Face it, women have a peculiar affinity for a certain room in the house. And, I’m here to tell you why: sanctuary. Imagine, if you will, a bustling household on a typical morning. People teeming with questions and definitive statements, such as, “Is there any granola left? Where are my…

April 8, 2017 /

I have a friend I met when we were nine. This picture of Mary Pickford reminds me of her, the solid gaze, the bold spirit, and the curls. She’s the only person I’ve ever known whose hair fell into perfect ringlets. Recently, she called out of the blue and we…

June 18, 2014 /

I had a little guest over for dinner last night. Of course she came with parents, but she tailed me throughout the evening, helped me in the kitchen, and we chatted and laughed pretty much non-stop. Before you tell me I have the emotional maturity of a ten year-old I…

January 26, 2014 /

The Bad Boy Bieber syndrome is nothing new, it’s just that the babysitters have gotten so damn stupid. Look poppets, you know I don’t often weigh in on current events, but this latest frenzy has got me going. I can tell you, like any town with a prominent, well financed,…

January 7, 2014 /
August 25, 2013 /

This, my angels, is a photo of Yours Truly and Mr. Truly sometime around twenty-five years ago… Now, I did snap a picture of the two of us at our regular Sunday outing to the most fabulous dumpling house in the Los Angeles basin, and I was willing to share…

June 26, 2013 /

Some combo…happy and desolate. A certain young man is in Europe, poised for a two day exam that will set the course for his next four years. Exciting, wonderful, challenging. Here at home it is very quiet, very still. None of that distinctive loping footfall that denotes an impatience with…

June 23, 2013 /

Has completed his portfolio and is packing his “off to Europe” bag to sit for an entrance exam at a school of design… I will be quiet here on blog-world for the next couple of days. Best wishes, my friends! Vickie

March 27, 2013 /

My friend responds to my post (FRIENDS | BEGUILING HOLLYWOOD) about growing up together: So you remember Jilly the Gerbil’s funeral! That was one of the first stories I told my kids about us too! I think we dressed up in our Sunday dress-up best because I distinctly remember dragging…