I never wanted to be a Mervyns mom. My mom is a Mervyn's mom. I like to think of myself as an Anthropologie sale rack kind of gal. Growing up, my mom used to take us to Mervyns as part of the whole back-to-school clothes shopping spree which also included stops at Macy's and The Emporium. My brother...

What comes to mind when you think of Gilroy in the summertime? Garlic, perhaps? Or more likely (if you've got young kids), Gilroy Gardens? To me, the mere mention of the name Gilroy makes me want to duck into a shady place and promptly pass out. The place is HOT. I'm more of a San Francisco fog type...

Yesterday, around 11am, I was on my way to the Westgate Target when I noticed a couple of police cars and a lane closure up ahead. Usually, I would have pointed out the sirens to my boys in the back seat, but I was kid-free at that moment and thankfully so, for as I pulled closer to the scene, I kne...

The notices had gone out. Friends who had already received theirs had promptly filled in the dates of their calenders. I envisioned the bold, black ink scrawled across the month of July, <-----S U M M E R  S C H O O L----->> I glanced down at my Busy Body Book, turning to the page in w...

A few Saturdays ago, I bought the G-rated Disney/Pixar film Ratatouille. I was in the checkout line at Target, next to the display of popular DVDs when I spied it. "Ratatouille" said the cover, a tiny Eiffel Tower gleaming in the background. "Buy me!" screamed the merchandise. My...

Identities in extremis Last week my desktop, after many faithful years finally gave up the ghost; a new one has been ordered. Yesterday we drove down to DC to visit Glass3 in Georgetown - a gorgeous exhibition that once again shows that Washington, DC area artists are doing and creating something ne...