T-shirt, Old Sacramento, CA. “A bit frontal,” my playwright mother-in-law might say. This t-shirt jumped out at me when we were strolling around between our visit to the train museum last weekend and our train trip back home. “Jumped out” because (a) it scared the bejeepers out of me, and
Oh, words, not even pictures can begin to capture how much we love this little person. Still I try. Here, we were en route back home after a day’s visit to Sacramento’s California State Railroad Museum. We travelled there on the day we had as a family to celebrate my forty*cough-cough*th
Young artist studies the scenery, eastbound towards Sacramento on the Capitol Corridor. Carquinez Bridge in the distance. While hundreds of thousands of our brethren and sistren gathered in D.C. to rally the spirits of the masses and pressure the conscience of the legislators (National Equality March info here), our wee