Older columns by Eve with more wHine and less wine.
Recently I had the pleasure of meeting Stephanie Weiss when she spoke about her work with the ACTION Parent-Teen Support Group. I had seen this group’s advertisements in The Signal; and an interview Leon Worden did back in 2003 with its founder, Cary Quashen. Frankly, I read it in the same way most of us…
It’s that time of year again where the kindness of strangers and the beauty of children sometimes, if lucky, surpass the stress of the season. I am happy to report that it worked out that way for me one Saturday, a week or so before Christmas and while I was in the midst of a…
If I had written the first draft of this column at home (local) and not at work (definitely not local) I would have a better start today. Suffice to say the copy I brought home (local) was lost in the deluge of papers on the desk that I share with my spouse and child. Eventually…
A professor friend of mine, from a University in another state, recently lamented to me the undue pressure his graduate students felt in granting favors to their professors. On the side of the professors, they were warned not to make their students feel obligated to do their bidding and have said that the students offer…
Of course I realize why there might be a flight delay.online pharmacy https://imed.isid.org/wp-content/languages/themes/po/singulair.html no prescription drugstore It’s the same reason we don’t have enough energy in California. And why gasoline is more expensive here. It’s our politicians! So short of our council members getting a “sphere of influence” over LAX I’m totally nailed. Doubly…
Now and then a reader (I’m so tickled to have one) will ask me about such and such or so and so from a past column that I thought it might be a novel idea to try and give them a little closure with a column dedicated to just that. I have also been known…
I know it’s sick but I will die happy if I never leave the comfort of my street. There’s nothing better than the sight of Ann charging up the hill to say hi, Darryl playing basketball with my one-armed mate, Bobbi with a bottle of bubbly and the view from Lars and Cynthia’s backyard. I…
My fire captain husband, Eddie, was injured on duty over a year ago. (I must first explain that being injured on duty doesn’t always mean in the act of actual fire fighting. For Ed if meant, simply put, that he underestimated the space between where his office chair was and where he thought it was. …
Cindy Stephens was one of the first members I met when I joined the Santa Clarita Athletic Club (SCAC) more than a year ago. Cindy was about my age, but in better shape, so it helped to ride next to her during a spin class to keep me motivated. It was also enjoyable watching her…
The bet was that if I could fit into my wedding gown twenty years from my “start” date Ed wouldn’t shoot me to avoid a costly divorce, he’d marry me a second time around. With my fifteen year anniversary looming this June, my subliminal weight loss tapes (borrowed from Newhall Library of course) shaved off…