Autumn is here. The holiday season is fast approaching, and as I walked to the shelter yesterday, I once again realized how lucky I am to live near the coast of Southern California.
Because of the traumatic brain injury created by electroconvulsive therapy—shock treatments, I can’t give you a timeline in any order.
Just in time for the new school year, here’s an article on those lovely little creatures we call “children.” This, of course, is fiction. Or is it?
This season we watched a cycle as old as time but still able to cause Burt and I (two ‘Oldsters’) to breathe deeply and pause to sit back in wonder.
Huntington Beach offered up a lovely treat for its residents today.
The ocean breeze softly caused the beachfront palms to gently sway as they led me towards the shelter.
The other morning my agent from Red Willow Talent sent me a text asking “Can you send a couple of voice-overs of you doing an auctioneer?”
It is often said that some of the greatest adventures are in our own backyard, and this past week, Burt and I once again found this to be true.
As I walked up Newland Street and reached the area of the Santa Ana River I once again heard those canine voices…
I truly never know what to expect as I walk to my volunteer job at our local animal shelter in Huntington Beach, California
The fact is that between us, Burt and I have over 150 accumulated years.
Over that period of time we have been witness to many events.