Older columns by Eve with more wHine and less wine.
In a recent sojourn I moved away from my beloved SCV – to Beverly Hills – and from there to Spain – to an event hosted by Tasting Panel magazine. Not to the Rioja I knew but to Ribera del Duero for all things Tempranillo, light to heavy, short to long finishes and full cherries…
March 6, 2003: My varsity-basketball playing high school on again off again boyfriend, Eric Mrkonic, introduced me to smorgasbord dining when I was sixteen. (Eric is nowadays referenced only as “Moronic” for one reason: He lived in his car after high school because he said he “liked to travel light”.) Of course after every basketball…
When my co-worker BJ spoke to me (known as Barbara Jean to everyone in the town she came from in one of the Carolinas or Kentucky, I am so sorry that I didn’t commit that part of her background to more solid memory) I couldn’t help myself in imitating the way her lips moved. I…
May 24, 2000: It was up to me to e-mail the Chamber of Commerce in St. Paul, Minnesota for lodging information because…well… Ed’s mom and aunt and cousin and my five-year-old all wanted to stay at a “rural” cabin by the lake. (There are 10,000 of them in Minnesota, I know!) And apparently, since St….
July 5, 2001: We actually made it all the way from LAX to Minneapolis without a hitch. (Of course if you consider the luggage not fitting in the trunk of the rented convertible, squeezing what is commonly referred to as a “carry-on” between the two people lucky enough to get to ride in the back…
May 24, 2004 My husband is the David Bowie/Ziggy Stardust fan. But it appears that even though David Bowie can morph and it’s acceptable I, although not quite as scary as the morphed Michael Jackson, cannot. My husband, (In the same breath I always add, “The LA City Fire Chief” mainly just to ensure and…
August 3, 2001 After ten excruciatingly long years of sitting at what I previously considered to be a dangerously close proximity to my co-worker BC, I have finally thrown in the towel on our long-standing feud because I think I may have matured. Actually, if you’ve ever worked in an office comprised almost completely of…
You wait, little girl, on an empty stage For fate to turn the light on Your life, little girl, is an empty page That men will want to write on. From: Sixteen Going On Seventeen, The Sound Of Music The Signal reported a woman’s rape in Sunday’s newspaper. Front page news. Last week it was…