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My Mother, My Son, Myself Happy Mothers Day


Homework: Perspectives of a Mother & her Son


A Rainy Day in Los Angeles is Hell on Earth


My Son, My Teacher, My Oh My


My Hiatus from Online Dating Sadly, and Thankfully, Comes to an End


Sunday Drive with a Howler Monkey


A Teenager Drives, A Teenager Dies & a Mother Cries


Sex, Drugs & Driving:  Surviving the Teenage Years


Its Just Like Riding a Bike! In My Case a Big-Wheeler…


Oh Carnival Cruise Line, how I wish you’d step up to the rest of them…


Carmageddon: Hitler is Not Funny


More Facts, Questions and Things I Will Never Understand or Have Answers To.


Obvious vs. the-Not-So-Obvious!


Jury Duty!


The longest cab rid ever…from New York to Los Angeles


Oh Jared Leto, how little I knew about your band


Pet Rescue or a Scam?


My evening at the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences honoring “Hot in Cleveland”


Quitter-ville


Home buying options according to a Kindergartner!


Words of Wisdom or something like it.


Recall on our cars, and what they are NOT doing to fix them!


Email OCD and other social media overload!


VideoGuide to L.A. - Volume 2 - driving


I’m ready to take the wheel

When I finally got behind the wheel of a car myself, conceit and self-importance set in. If ever I saw someone with that familiar awe-struck gape staring at my car during one of my innumerable driving lessons, I would think, with a shameful amount of pride, "I am cooler than you because I am operating a motor vehicle right now."

Gridlock

On a particular stretch of Wilshire Boulevard near Westwood at 6 p.m., right-lane traffic is hopelessly stalled. A stream of cars crowds the intersection, trying to squeeze into the nearby parking lot of a well-known synagogue.

It's a familiar sight: With most people heading home from work, L.A.'s Jewish community is swimming against the current, driving to services in some of the most densely populated neighborhoods in the city.

Going Forth as a Driver

On May 7, exactly 16 years minus 5 1/2 hours after his birth, my son, Gabe, took his driving test at the Winnetka Department of Motor Vehicles office.

The Parking Spot Theory

Here's my "Parking Spot Theory": Let's say you're driving around, looking for a parking spot and you can't find one. You drive around the block again and, still, nothing. You look up ahead at the other cars circling the block and no one is getting a parking spot. Frustration builds. Then, suddenly, a spot opens up and the guy ahead of you pulls into it. The first thing you think is, "Damn, that could've been my parking spot." Disappointment. Anger.

Transit

I didn't do much today but drive.No one died. No jobs were lost or won. I didn't run into an old boyfriend, have an epiphany or a traffic accident.


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I've recently become close with Abe and Frank, two older guys in my neighborhood. At 90 and 88 respectively, they’re not the typical age of my other friends. At first I wasn’t sure if it was friendship. Maybe they were just humoring me or passing the time. Why would old people want to be friends with me, a 35-year-old?