• Not Snow Days, but Fire Days

    Not Snow Days, But Fire Days

    My son was born in Pennsylvania. We moved to California when he was six weeks old, so he has no memories of his first home, and only a dim understanding of what snow is as we have yet to take our kids to the mountains during the winter. He’s five and has just started school. He’s loving it so far, but, as he gets older and understands more, I wonder how he’ll react when he learns he could have had snow days. I’m a California girl, born and raised. I never knew snow days existed. I grew up watching TV shows that took place back East and always saw high…

  • Weather as my Least Favorite Character

    As you may have seen from my previous post, I was going to write this yesterday, but found myself without any power. I really should start writing these posts in advance. As a native Southern Californian (born and raised!) I knew two seasons: the occasional rain during the winter months and fire season later in the summer and into early fall. Rain in July was always a huge shock (but it has happened, when I was working at a summer day care full of kids that wanted to go out and play in the pouring rain). The fires were expected and turned the skies orange and the air chock full…

  • Guess I missed Thursday

    Well. It’s Thursday and I was supposed to post something about my Dark Saga. But I lost power this morning, so that didn’t happen. Funny thing is, I was going to write about weather, and I have to blame this wretched east coast weather for the power outage. It’s still Thursday, but I’m exhausted, so maybe I’ll scrape something together for tomorrow instead. Sigh.