Homemade pizza and I fucking love these people

Summer has cooled into fall around here, and it’s a pretty subtle change in Northern California. It’s too cool for flip-flops but still warm enough for no jackets in the car. The other morning the fog was so thick I watched condensation drip into the yard from a corner of the laundry room, a shack…

Cast-iron pan pizza and WTF online dating

A frequent thought these days is, why did my standards have to go up NOW? I had limited standards from 1991-2013, which meant I dated a LOT. A LOT, A LOT, A LOT. Women, men, bus drivers, television cameramen, cops, firefighters, reporters, photographers, teachers, dog walkers, lawyers, football players, softball players, chefs, writers, landscape designers, musicians, hippies (NOT TOO MANY…