Book Club - Orphan Train

Road the Orphan Train through the whippy, whippy winds to Lovely Laurel's for a cozy night of Easter tales, family dramas and cupeths overflowing with Diva sistahhood.

Artopia 2014

Such a creative bunch down at the cool Bentley Gallery.

Downtown never looked so good after some trying-to-be-cheery toasts at Rita's Kitchen.

Shiva, Segal Style

We're not the most religious bunch, but being surrounded for two nights by Old Wildcat's friends and co-workers, some from way back, hugging me, talking about the old days when little Dickie Segal tromped through Phoenix, even first-hand stories about my grandparents, it was the closest thing to a spiritual experience I've had in a while. The community, the good wishes, the toasts, the sadness as well as the laughter, filled me with warmth and relief to know that Dad touched a lot of people over many, many years and that those memories will keep circling around Susan, Amy, Noah, Shawn, Shana and me.
Amen to that.

Earth Day, 2014

Earth Day
Beautiful Megan - out exploring it.

Argentina

I hope all the kids take care of it, since we big kids aren't doing such a swell job.

Dad

Old Wildcat always told me life isn't fair. That was his way of letting me know things sometimes wouldn't work out how I wanted, that it wouldn't be my fault necessarily, just the way of the world. But that never meant to stop trying, or stop learning, just that whining didn't help. I watched him find his own answers, put on a suit and tie and go to work every day, piling up the awards, becoming a legal legend. Wet birds don't fly at night, he'd say. Or, look it up! He must have known someday a shy little girl would let go of his leg, come out from hiding behind him and stand tall next to him while he watched as I took those lessons and created my own strong branch on the family tree, earned some degrees, built a company, all while sprinkling in the Three Day Weekend teachings he very much believed in and lived every day: world travel, art, music, theater and a good walk are just as important as hard work. Not a bad way to spend eighty-one years, Dad.

Not bad at all.

Obituary

I love you, Dad.

Equal Pay Day

On average, a woman needs to work until April 8, 2014 to earn what a man, doing the same job, earned in 2013.

Think about it... 

 

Desert Livin'

Flora, fauna, succulents and some pretty spectacular Chihuly bling.

 

DBG

Tea for Two

Old Wildcat was a foodie before "foodie" was a word. He always finds the town's best new joints, even while looking out for his non-carnivore offspring.

Slanted Rice

Tea, pho, shrimp, some laughs, some politics and a nice way to spend a beautiful spring afternoon.

Slomo

I always just thought he was crazy. Slomo has skated by me many times over the years on the Pacific Beach boardwalk, smiling, looking like he was flying. Turns out, he's an intelligent, retired physician who chucked it all to skate the boardwalk everyday and now just wants to get to the end of his life "without becoming an asshole again."

I was wrong.

It's the rest of us that are crazy.

Slomo The Movie