The love child The brownies and The bounty hunter Mr Rogers sang a song and asked, Who Are The People In Your Neighborhood? Our move to Pacific Grove meant a new neighborhood with new people. We’d already survived a Menopausal Neighbor, a Nosey Neighbor, A Hoarder Neighbor, a Pyromaniac Neighbor and a house full of demon teenagers…..what else was there? We were about to find out. Our side of the street was one big beautiful Victorian after another. On…
Living next door to a house full of unsupervised teenagers became unbearable. I began scouring the local paper for rentals in Pacific Grove, a little Hamlet of a town we’d been in love with for many years. One ad jumped out at me but sounded WAY too good to be true; 3 bedroom, 3 bathroom, 2 story 6 year old Victorian, walk to Ocean and town, $1500 a month, NO PETS. I read it again and then one more time…
For the first 14 months of our Monterey move, The Norman Bates Motel was in our backyard and…..the Neighbors From Hell lived next door, smack on the other side of our driveway. It started out OK; a mom, a dad and it looked like 3 teenaged girls. We were busy moving in when the woman across the street stopped by…..but NOT to welcome us to the neighborhood only to tell us that the woman next door had recently bought a…
Thirteen years ago today, February 2nd 2004, my daughter was born again. Not the born again that happens in religion, the born again that legally turned her into my daughter..…an adoption. Early on a week-day morning, standing in front of a judge in a Monterey court-room we held tight to each other and in a magic moment she became my daughter and I became her mom. Before the judge began the legal part, he looked up at the two of…