I write about handsome men and my World Famous Enchiladas from a red-tiled house in the coastal hills of Southern California that my husband calls Casa de Swell. Just outside are a grey/green/blue garden and the snake wall, my coyote sisters and some roadrunners (beep beep). In here I tell stories – about my adventures as a court reporter, dancing to the music since the Summer of Love, road trips I take in the blue Mini, and how I crave bagels from New York and barbeque from Arthur Bryant’s. When I’m not driving some lonely road in pursuit of an amazing vista or chicken-fried steak, I write about losing my heart and my brother and why Great Kissing should be a college major.
The floors at Casa de Swell are adobe pavers, and I do make soup. I could have named this site Hot Pink Lips or The Candy Mann Can, but those seemed a little silly.