(Before I begin, as a courtesy to a friend, here's his birthday tribute to Les Paul --a musician and endlessly inventive tinkerer whose ...

We do not often stay in town for the weekend, these days. We love the serenity of our Laguna retreat, and we so much value the Sunday morni...

An eventful afternoon and evening yesterday. We had decided to stay in town for the weekend for a change, with plenty of things to do. I w...

Well, it was quite a trip. Here we are, safely back in Los Angeles--thanks, by the way, to those who wished us a safe journey. It actually...

A classic thriller: an upper middle class family is terrorized by unknown, invisible assailants. The threat is clear and imminent, but unsp...

Ellie hosted a meeting of professional women in the arts in our house last night, and it was a pleasure to see how well our new place worked...

Ellie and I made one of our periodic forays into the gallery scene on Wednesday, and came upon some current shows that seemed to warrant a f...

It was an eerie day yesterday. Things were all somehow out of whack. The day was characterized by contention. Discord. Lack of flow. I h...

A Real First-Hand Report from Carly Meditation has many uses. One is to remain calm in danger. Terrors glance off. I never was one to panic,...

Funny thing, just a couple of days ago I was watching a severe weather report and thinking about Mark and Eli back there in Springfield, Mis...

The first one, we paid no attention. It sounded like a backfire. Close by. Loud. But not unfamiliar, and therefore not alarming. We were...

We left the Bergamot Station art gallery complex a little before 4:30 after our art walk Thursday. Bergamot Station is between Olympic and ...

It was the wall color that did it. As soon as I walked into the gallery yesterday to see the new David Hockney paintings at LA Louver Gall...

... back into the English countryside yesterday, with a visit to the current exhibition of John Constable's "six-footers" at t...