Life was pretty good in the spring of my senior year. An early acceptance letter from Bucknell University hanging on my bulletin board meant the…
Author: Steve
Le Papagayo on 101 in Leucadia has played host to two important decision-making meals in recent years. Once over coffee and pancakes, Jenni and I…
Back during my Trapper Keeper days, I got in huge trouble for not doing my math homework. My parents decided that my organizational skills needed…
Not being able to watch our kids play sports was one of the heartbreaks of 2020. Our athletes were not allowed to compete and parents…
Shortly after I got my driver’s license, I inherited my parents 1978 Caprice Classic station wagon. It was big and boxy–two tons of steel and…
Justin wasn’t going to budge. He had rooted himself to the floor underneath the table and defiantly crossed his arms and legs. He stared at…
In the spring of 2008, I helped a Marine family purchase a home in Temecula. Over Memorial Day weekend, the wife flew out from the…
After almost a year of working from home, I’ve lost touch with working in an office setting. I miss the casual banter that filled the…
My parents bought the marigold-colored house with black shutters because of its proximity to good schools. At the end of Westfield Drive, through a row…
Jenni’s disappointment was palpable as we left the modest mission-style building at the beach. Our meeting with Andrea, the events coordinator at our future wedding…