To the Grand Canyon! Fall Break means its time to take a break and...

Last Sunday morning, we did something completely different: we explored the street art in...

On Thursday, my community of Santa Clarita suffered a trauma of the Saugus...

(Day One of Our trip can be found here) Waking up on Sunday wasn't easy...

When I was a girl, my dad always tried to teach me about cars.  He pointed to what this thing was and he explained how it worked.   And I remember none of what he tried to teach me.  I remember looking at his tan, scarred hands, that grime under the nails that would never come out.  I can close my eyes and smell the mix of diesel fuel and cigarette smoke. That was the smell of my dad after a long honest day's work in the shop.  The literal blue collar with his name stitched across his chest.