The value of discipline

I'm learning that many parents are too lazy to discipline their kids. Take right now, for example. I'm at this cafe with a play area where I take Baz and he behaves himself like a little gentleman. I'm not saying that because I'm his mom. I'm saying it because it's the truth, because I lay down the law otherwise.

I am not a pushover. I don't let him get away with shit. He not only says please and thank you, but he treats people the way they should be treated: with respect. Not every kid in this place is like that. It's not my job to control them, but if they don't watch out, they may find my foot up their collective ass.

Tomorrow is 10 years

Carmel and Monterey

Carmel Bakery.

Kissing the doggie.

Somewhere where there were lots of flowers and fountains. Like, everywhere.

A really cool paseo that was brought to you by, um, Thomas Kinkade. Can't have it all.

I driving!

Dennis the Menace Park. This place actually scared the shit out of me because it's insane, but he loved it.

Santa Cruz and Monterey

Bean Hollow State Beach.

Bookshop Santa Cruz.

Abbott Square Market, Santa Cruz.

Abbott Square, Santa Cruz.

Moss Landing.

Moss Landing.

Cannery Row.

Cannery Row.

Lily Mae's Cinnamon Rolls.

Can't go home again

The other day I asked Adam: "Do you think people can ever return to what they once were?"

He shook his head.

This picture makes me cry. Taken at Prizefighter. I was four months pregnant, radiant, and so damn naive.

Home run A's!

Or, as Baz says, touchdown Patriots!

Bradley Whitford on hope

Infuse your life with action. Don't wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love. And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen... yourself, right now, right down here on Earth.