“What sport do you play?”, the receptionist asks Red while his sister and I make her a follow up appointment at the dentist. He looks up from his homework, gives her a big smile, and answers, “I don't play sports, but I do something. What do I do Mom?” I look at the lady and… Continue reading Art is a Sport, Right?
In the summer of 2001, my then boyfriend (now my husband) and I moved into our first apartment together. It was a two bedroom one bath on the second floor of the King of Spain apartments. It smelled like the paint that was done back in the 70s, had threadbare carpet, and a staircase… Continue reading Anaheim
There were many a Saturday morning during my childhood where I would wake to the sweet smell of Pillsbury Cinnamon Rolls with frosting (if I was lucky I would get the packet with the leftover goodness). Then my mom would take my sister and I to the nearby town of Colton to visit the auction,… Continue reading Sunday
There is something about living in a place where you feel content and at peace. That place for me is Fullerton. The diversity of people, architecture, and entertainment are all front and center in this small town in the OC. I am Dorothy and Fullerton is my Kansas (no ruby shoes required). There are the… Continue reading Friday Favorite: Fullerton in Photos