I wrote about walking recently, and it’s been on my mind a lot. On my mind, because it isn’t in my life as much as is necessary to not think about it. Some years ago, I would alter my after-work journey home with the errands …
The Bob Baker Marionette Theater | Photo: Ariel Carpenter. “For more than five decades, The Bob Baker Marionette Theater has served up laughter from a non-descript building tucked under a bridge adjacent to downtown L.A. Today it hangs on by a string, pinning its future on a gala …
I don’t mind crowds. In fact, I enjoy being in the thick of festive revelry. But there is a point in which a crowd can become too crowded, and New York City has reached that point everywhere. Los Angeles crowds still contain space, the kind …
Walking in Los Angeles. Some say it’s an oxymoron. Others say it’s an impossible daydream. Some have never even heard the phrase. We, myself and my husband, walk an awful lot. We’re lucky. We live in Central Hollywood. We bar-hop around Hollywood and Vine, all …
Sometimes I have trouble sleeping. I blame it alternately on anxiety and muscle pain. A few nights a week, I lie in bed, a tired person trapped in an awake body. On nights like these, I often don’t fall asleep until four or five o’clock …
Last weekend, we saw Sonny and the Sunsets and The Allah Lahs at Levitt Pavilion in MacArthur Park. MacArthur Park is a star of city parks, on par (landscapingly speaking) with any you can think of – Dolores, Alamo Square, Union Square, Bryant Park, maybe …
Photograph of Vine St and Homewood Avenue in Hollywood, 1952. Oh, I mean, 2012. As in, yesterday, on my daily lunch time stroll through the neighborhood. My dad knows cars. He can tell a car’s make, model, and year with just a quick glance. I’m …
Last night, the husband and I went to an LA Philharmonic concert at the Hollywood Bowl. (Important summer secret: Bowl tickets for the classical or more obscure events are as inexpensive as $1 if purchased well in advance.) We brought a nice picnic, a bottle …
The folks over at LAist unearthed this one. Hollywood Gold, I say. Kitty, a movie star-hopeful goes on a helicopter tour of 1958 Hollywood, accompanied by a cheeky narrator. They float over all the studios, the Capitol Records building, the Griffith Observatory, and the corner …
My parents live in Salt Lake City, Utah. When I lived in New York City, I often lost sleep over how much I missed them. The distance was too great, and it burrowed a hole in my heart that let the wind in at night. …