Yes, I'm still here! But a lot of things aren't...

How are we all doing after the pandemic? I hope you're all hanging in there because that was rough. I mean, I know those of us here are happy to be here and all, but dang, how much we took for granted, right?

I want Diet Coke in bottles. Gone.
Chocotacos? Gone.
Gas prices that made me not rethink going to T.J. Maxx
Casual hugs (okay maybe I don't miss that one.)
Buffets (not really that one either.)
Stocked grocery store shelves
Enough employees working in our stores/restaurants. (Tip big for people who work, k gang?)

The thing I really miss though? Casual discussions with random strangers. It just doesn't happen like it used to and I miss it. For one thing, it's hard to understand people with masks on because I ruined my hearing with 1980's music. But in addition, people are a little spooked about casual conversation. I'll admit, I became more socially awkward being locked away, but did everyone?

It might just be because I'm not in California. I'm friendlier there because I'm more myself. (And yes, I will be moving back at some point.) But I'm curious, did your social skills suffer during the lockdown?

My son Jonah had to tell me I couldn't lead into conversations with this beauty, "My dog died..." Yes, I actually did this when meeting a new neighbor. It made more sense in context, but it was still bad.

I think that's why it took me so long to write this last book. I just wasn't myself. Anyway, it's here. The second in the Pacific Avenue Series, which is set in San Francisco. The San Francisco I remember, not the one we know now. I had fun writing this. My cousin's grandfather was a very influential man in San Francisco and I spent part of my childhood seeing how the other half lives. I thought it would be fun to explore in fiction.

Family Court: Where NOT to go for help. The reality of domestic abuse...

This case that recently happened in Sacramento (where my son is a teacher) showcases everything that is wrong with family court. It assumes that all parents deserve access to their children and even if it protects a victim from her abuser with a worthless "restraining order" that same R.O. does not apply to the children. A separate one would have to be filed. And most abusers are smart enough to play the role of "quality parent" for the courts and the system. The victim's voice is rarely heard and generally assumed to be a "vengeful spouse." Until that parent is proven correct. Which usually results in someone's death. I, for one, am SICK of it and I want judges held accountable. If you let these monsters out of jail, buy the house next door and put them there. If they're not good enough to live next to your family, they shouldn't be let out of jail.


This POS, David Mora Rojas, walked into a Sacramento church for a supervised visitation with his three daughters (Aged 9, 10, 13) and he killed them all. Along with the innocent county employee hired to supervise. Then, he shot himself. Honestly, who cares? No one will miss you, you vile monster. But here's why he did it California court system, in case you're still too ignorant to understand. He wanted to hurt his ex. She had the audacity to leave his grimy self and he had to make her pay. So he killed her children. But the California court system (and that goes for crappy family systems across the country) they assumed he was just a bad husband and yet, a good dad. They probably assumed the wife was hysterical and out for vengeance. The courts assumed she wanted to take the children away from their father, rather than looking into claims that he was a very dangerous man. (Easily proven by his record, FYI.)

The courts also ignored the fact that this human garbage had just gotten out of jail for a DUI and assaulting a cop. But you know, he's probably still a good father. Let's reunite him with his children -- even though he used a deadly weapon (car) to drive and thought it was okay to assault a cop. I'm sure it will be fine to put him with innocent children in a church. We'll show that mom not to take kids away from their father.

This kind of garbage is what my current book is about (The View from Above) and it's been like pulling teeth to finish it because I'm trying to keep it "light" and yet, truthful about how bad our court system is. How far from justice it currently is because we can't seem to acknowledge evil. Evil is real. People are evil. Not everyone wants what's best for their kids. Now a grieving mother has been handed a life sentence from the California court system, which should have protected her and her children.

This is nothing new. The assumption of innocence on the part of abusers is widespread. My hero in the book is based on Lundy Bancroft, an amazing man who is trying to overhaul the court system and its continued abuse of domestic violence victims. His book, "Why Does He Do That?" is a masterpiece and a must-read for anyone who has thought, "Why doesn't she just leave?" when judging a D.V. Victim. Lundy's book will tell you why. If a victim does leave, especially if he/she was a stay-at-home parent, they will face more criticism and abuse/financial abuse within the court system. They will be forced to share custody with their abuser, who will often use the kids as pawns to continue his/her torment of the spouse.


I had a good friend who taught abusive men in Santa Clara County after they were convicted of domestic violence, and one thing she said, which Lundy confirms, is that it's not "wrongful actions" that cause these men (in this case) to continue to abuse. It's "wrong thinking" and until the court addresses that reality, there is little hope of anything changing. Our court system is worthless if we have more faith in criminals than we do victims of those crimes.

FYI, you cannot co-parent with someone like this. You can't be "small enough" to make this kind of person feel vindicated, so enough with the victim-blaming. It's time to hold abusers accountable. Every day, an average of three women will die in this country as a victim of domestic violence.

If you are in danger, please use a safe computer, or call a local hotline, or the U.S. National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 and TTY 1-800-787-3224, or 911 if it is safe to do so.

Paul Rudd -- Sexiest Man Alive...

I'm not going to lie, I can get behind this year's sexiest man. Paul Rudd has been quietly entertaining us for years without taking credit for the star that he is. I mean, he's charming, he's funny and he seems pretty humble for a movie star.


Just so you know how low-brow my humor is, my favorite Paul Rudd movie is "Role Models." After growing up and living in Silicon Valley, the larping and Cosplay scenes make me laugh out loud. But it's also a movie with heart. And let's not forget, Paul Rudd played the modern-day Mr. Knightley in "Clueless." I'm not the biggest "Emma" fan, but I love this version. So after a few years in the wilderness, I think People Magazine got it right this year. Don't get me started on Blake Shelton please.


We needed this, I think. Paul Rudd makes us happy. He's basically the Fred Astaire of Covid. While Hollywood is busy making dystopian movies (because we NEED more depressing things in our lives right now?) Paul Rudd is reminding us that all is not lost. We can laugh and find joy in the little moments.


Awkward Author Social Interactions...

My author friend Sibella moved to Arizona recently and we met up to shop for vintage furniture. I told her every time authors get out socially, an angel gets their wings. Let's face it, writers live in their heads most of the time.

So I need to preface this next story with some backstory. Before my dog Fiona crossed the rainbow bridge, she had Cushing's and attacked easily. So she was no longer social and I didn't trust her with new people or dogs other than Oogie. (Because Fiona looked at Oogie like a big oaf who is unworthy of her attention.) During the end days for Fiona, new neighbors moved in across the street. I hadn't gone over there to welcome them because they had a dog and I didn't want Fiona to attack. But when I left the house without my dog, all she did was bark and hearing her stressed me out. So I didn't go in a timely manner, and it only got weirder.

Then, after Fiona did pass on, I couldn't really talk to people without bursting into tears--so I thought, I'll wait on introducing myself until I can be a normal human being. But is that even possible? Everything made me think of the dog because we were inseparable. Example: Today I got the hairdryer out and I never dry my hair. I only used it on Fiona. So I got all weepy drying my hair.

Back to my latest weird awkward author social interaction. Yesterday, my son installed misters on the front porch because Arizona is freaking hot. (He created this quaint little luxury spa on my porch and it is awesome!) But while he was doing this, my new neighbor came out and looked like she needed help with some furniture. So I thought, now I can go meet her without blubbering like an idiot over her dog. Perfect. So I walked across the street and I introduced myself and apologized for not coming sooner because of my dog. We vibed and I thought everything went well until Jonah crossed the street and shook his head.

"Way to be awkward, Mom."
"Hi, I'm Kristin, my dog died."

That is not what I did. I mean, essentially, without the backstory maybe it did sound like that. But I may be more socially inept than previously thought, so there's that. Anyway, my neighbor is lovely. We had a great conversation. I met her husband. And they are sweet Christians so they will forgive my author personality.

This weekend, I have a birthday party (luckily, a fellow author) and Sibella and I are shopping again, so I can work on my social skills. Wish me luck.



Authenticity as Christians...

I was raised Catholic. As a Catholic, you are taught from a young age that God sees everything. What other people think of you is inconsequential because God sees all. And hell is scary. When I started dating an evangelical Christian in college, I was shocked at how much his mother despised me and thought me unworthy because I wasn't a Christian. Not in her eyes anyway. The worst part for me was that I didn't understand it. I didn't understand what was different or why I wasn't a "Christian."

The longer I've been a Christian, the more annoyed I've become at these "uber Christians" who use strange (to me) ideas on what makes a person a Christian. Here's my definition: "If you declare with your mouth, 'Jesus is Lord,' and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved." Romans 10:9

Here's what I do not believe makes a Christian:
1. Doesn't dance. Um, David danced before the Lord -- naked y'all.
2. Doesn't drink. Jesus's first miracle was turning water into wine.
3. Looks perfect on the outside. "There is none righteous, no, not one." Romans 3:10

I have never fit in that well with "church women" or that culture. I don't craft. I hate potlucks. I don't want to wear a floral dress and I truly believe Proverbs 16:2 -- that God looks at the heart. (All the ways of a man are clean in his own sight, But the LORD weighs the motives.) So even if you're doing the right thing with the wrong motives (to get credit for it, to look good to others) it's not counted as righteousness because the Lord knows you did it for yourself -- for ulterior motives.

I get that I'm not everyone's cup of tea -- and that's fine, but one thing I truly try to be is authentic. I really wish more would take off the adornments of Christianity and live by the golden rule. Do you want to be treated like a pawn who needs Jesus? No, because it's like being sold multi-level marketing products. You think you've made a friend and they pull out the hard sales pitch. Just love a person into the fold. Let them know they are worthy simply because God created them to be. Just be a better human. Please.


I'm sorry I'm on a soapbox, but I've seen too many people in this church "business" get recycled without ever truly repenting for the reason they lost their last Christian position. Okay, rant over. I hope you all had an amazing Easter!

Happy Easter & Fred Astaire

Happy Easter all! I hope your day is glorious and you are finally back together with your loved ones after so long of a celebration. My DIL made prime rib and homemade green bean casserole (as in no canned cream of mushrooms or frozen green beans.) As someone who hates to cook, she is speaking my love language. We celebrated with her family yesterday.

Today, I'm organizing and getting down to basics. While staying at my parents' for two months I realized how little I actually need. So I'm being ruthless on my closet and watching Fred Astaire's first major movie. It's from 1933 and I've never heard of it, but my television records anything with Fred Astaire in it because I have an inexplicable crush on this man. Not Clark Gable, who is also in the movie, but Fred.

Anyway, the movie is "The Dancing Lady" and it's quite a little gem of a film. First off, it's got "The Three Stooges" as stagehands and I actually recognized them. It also stars a young and gorgeous Joan Crawford before she screamed about wire hangers. And then, a very dapper Clark Gable. It also has a great dance number at the end and the blonde wig that Joan wears is actually the same wig that Bette Midler wears in "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" How is that for a strange coincidence. If you get a chance, I recommend it.


"The Dancing Lady"

On the work front, I'm working on rewriting some older books and getting "The View from Above" available as soon as possible. I'm at the editing stage and really needed my desktop at home. I'll let you know when it's up for preorder. Be sure and sign up for my newsletter at my website: just in case I get kicked off Facebook for any reason. It seems like my friends are dropping like flies, but I just like to share random pics of my kids and memes, so I may be okay. Love to all, I hope 2021 is a vast improvement from 2020 for you all.

Chris Harrison Canceled -- Sigh

Okay, I'm not watching the Bachelor this season, so I had a really hard time figuring out why Chris Harrison was canceled. Here's what I can figure out. A girl on "The Bachelor" went to an antebellum party in 2018. Which of course means she's racist. (eye roll) Because Chris Harrison stood up for her just being at a costume dress party, now he's racist too. Let's not take into consideration that he's hosted the show for years and never had an issue dealing with any of the different cultures on the show. Now he's racist.

Listen, I get where you could call the show racist. It has an awful lot of white people by the numbers. But I just think that word is losing its power. And it shouldn't. Racism is ugly and real. But I don't think this meets the criteria. Was it in poor taste? Perhaps. Do I think that girl who went to this party would hate on race? Probably not. But I assume Chris Harrison wouldn't because of his past behavior -- which seems to count for nothing now. The guy has proven himself to be an upstanding citizen where that issue is concerned.

Sexixm maybe, but racism? Has the show itself dumbed us down and stolen brain cells from the American public? Sure. Have we learned the "fantasy suite" means it's okay to probably sleep with three random people in the course of three days? Absolutely -- don't you dare "slutshame" anyone.

But racism? I mean, other than the show being 97% white since its inception, I don't know why some random chick's antebellum party is an issue. But next time, Chris Harrison is asked about his opinion, I hope he says, "I don't know. I have no opinion." Or better yet, "What does Antebellum mean?"

Opinions get you canceled. And we need Chris Harrison, the American treasure who reminds those of us who can't count to one that it's the final rose!

Wedding Dress Shopping -- this is not your Mama's dress...

I'm the sparkly, princess, ballgown sort. Well, not anymore, but when I was young and getting married. My dress was typical '80's glam and I still love it. But now, my baby girl is getting married and wow, times have changed.

(Elle in my dress when she was nine.)

First off, my girl is nothing like me. She's an outdoorswoman who does 14k mountain climbs for fun and her favorite place in the world is Yosemite. She's a hairdresser by training, but a horsewoman by nature. So when she first showed me her wedding dress desires, her future mother-in-law and I gasped at the sight of it and we made her cry.

Honestly, we felt terrible, but it was so unexpected from the sweet Hayley Paige gowns she'd been showing us, we were taken aback. I'm not going to show the gown here in case it's the dress she selects, but she loves this designer and while I see that it's her style, it's very Stevie Nicks and I already survived the 70's. Oh, and she's wearing cowboy boots. I mean, smack my '80's glam in the face, why don't you?


Anyway, we've made an appointment to see the gown of her dreams (similar to this one -- the Adara) by her favorite designer, Rue de Seine. Elle's future mother-in-law is coming and we'll be scoping out venues in Lake Tahoe depending on Covid rules. We've had a lot of great family times in Lake Tahoe and the kids' grandparents both live in the Sierras. So yay! Wedding planning has begun. I hate that I'm so basic and I'm like those moms on "Say Yes to the Dress" who want to see their girls in ballgowns. I don't really. It's not her style. But I will say I'm glad my daughter-in-law is extra and sparkly. SOMEONE gets it.

I miss being the stupidest person in the room: Stanford Nobel Prize

I grew up in the shadow of Stanford. Before Silicon Valley was Silicon Valley, but it's always been an intellectual haven. I'm used to being the dumbest person in the room with emotional intelligence. It was my superpower. If this video doesn't sum up my life in Silicon Valley -- where the best and brightest do not have common sense, I don't know what does.

Incidentally, Stanford is in Palo Alto, California.

#Netflix fun. #CobraKai #HubieHalloween

My son was here this week so we watched "Hubie Halloween" which is a new Adam Sandler movie on Netflix. It's a throwback to all of his other movies and I for one, loved it. I am not above stupid humor and Adam was born two days after me so all of his music and references are familiar to me. It was enjoyable -- though I would have loved if Kathy Bates was his mother since there were a lot of references to "The Water Boy."

We also started watching "Cobra Kai" which is the characters of "The Karate Kid" all grown up and with more depth. I love how they've made the villain the hero. Truth be told, I was never a Ralph Macchio fan and I can take or leave "The Karate Kid" as a movie. But I love the story from the villain's point of view. It's more interesting. And he's better looking with age on him.


Anyway, it's back to work this weekend. I had a laptop incident so it's been an expensive week and I'm wishing I wrote faster. I met a songwriter this weekend and it's a truth universally-acknowledged that if you're an artist, the world may not appreciate you as much as if you're a hedge fund manager. That should change. Let's get a new Renaissance going. Fewer hedge fund managers, more art!