Maybe it’s the Kaitlin Jenner side of me, but I’ve always been fascinated by cleaning tips, especially the ones leaning toward the phantasmagorical. Sometimes I’m lured by a late-night TV
Sometimes people ask me if I’ll ever wed again. I make it no secret that if there’s a next time I marry, it will be to Taco Bell. Why? I
Tonight’s my 50th High School Class Reunion. I’ve done well living a life of denial, so let the record state that, in my mind, it’s the 50th month reunion, not
You can almost smell autumn in the air. It’s still warm, but there’s just that magic something, teasing us that soon, the heat will be gone. We’ve a most interesting
More than a little bit ago, when I was Signal sports editor, I spent the day with a good friend at the L.A. Open. He was an avid but horrific
How quickly the time passes. In a blink, we were celebrating January and now, fall’s around the corner. We’ve a most interesting trail ride ahead, dear saddlepals. I’ve got a
So there’s this sign at the sunny end of the pool at my gym. I shouldn’t mention it in mixed company, but, it bothers me. The sign reads: PERSONS CURRENTLY
It’s been splendiferously mild for a Santa Clarita summer drifting into September. Not bad weather to take with us into yesteryear. We’ve a most compelling trek into the back trails
It’s Labor Day weekend. Soon I’ll be in the car, speeding toward the City of Orange for my big alleged family reunion. We’re a large and motley crew, unusual in
Dearest saddlepals? Is that you, still hugging the pillows and sleeping off the previous night’s debauchery? C’mon. It’s Santa Clarita history trail-riding time. I’ve several thousand well-humored ponies downstairs, each
I had the strangest supper the other night. Five of my friends and I decided to take a business dinner over to Malibu at this beautiful new restaurant north of
Hello, saddlepals. I’ve a question. How can you possibly NOT read a story with the headline, Miss SCV Nude Universe? You can’t. You’re powerless. C’mon. As is our Sunday drill,
As I start to flirt with middle age, more things irritate me. I used to be more tolerant of mimes, as long as they stayed where they belong in France.
A warm and western howdy to you, saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. Amen, boy howdy. I haven’t written that phrase in eons. Bottom of my heart, it’s absolute Christmas to see all