I had never before been single in Los Angeles. My partner and I had moved here from New York. I worked a very early shift at Sony Pictures, pumping out ...
In the chaos of divorce and shared custody with my two little girls, my ex-husband got a cat, and I thought by promoting uniformity between the two homes, I should ...
When Noah walked into the indoor pickleball complex in Carson that rainy morning, my body said, “Wow. Look at that guy.” The 30 minutes it took me to get to ...
The first time I ever drove on the freeway was to tell my girlfriend that I loved her. At this point, I had lived in L.A. for four years. “You ...
With the wind whipping my hair in every direction, I blasted out of Los Angeles International Airport. On my way northward and speeding in my white Mustang convertible, I careened ...
After a few years of navigating widowhood, the women in my grief group encouraged me to get back “out there.” I decided to give Match.com a try. In my mind’s ...
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about a quote widely attributed to Tennessee Williams: “We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the ...
“I’m just an American guy in a pickup truck,” said Stephen Beech at the end of one of our early dates. It was Valentine’s Day 1993, and he was dropping ...
It was a beautiful February day in Los Angeles after the fires. The sun burned hot overhead. I pulled my Ducati motorcycle into a spot outside his restaurant in the ...
Hello again! Maybe you remember my L.A. Affairs essay from 2022 that described my relationship with Ruben. We married in Mexico in 2019 when I was 74 — my first ...
