Malibu is beautiful. The people are beautiful also. 60 is the new 40 here and everyone looks much too healthy, glowing like they might be famous or perhaps they are names on a rolling movie credit…anonymous yet vital.  And Malibuans can spot us coming from miles away like the time we did hot yoga and…… Continue reading Malibu

My Refuge

I was the cookie guy at the end of the serving line last night. There was a small zip lock bag on the end of my right hand (we forgot the serving gloves). This made grabbing tiny icing topped sugar cookies challenging and sometimes the cookies slid like hockey pucks into adjacent gravy and the baggie…… Continue reading My Refuge