There is a van that sometimes parks in front of our house. It is your typical ghetto minivan, and I say typical for two reasons. One is that, in the back window, there is a large sticker proclaiming: “Jesus es Dios. Lea la biblia” (this is a bumper sticker campaign from one of the largest,… Continue reading Bullet holes and breast augs
Category: Los Angeles
Our five seconds
I recently posted our second crib on Craigslist since Mercy has moved on to the world of big girl beds. Some friends had given the crib to us, and it was a cool, antique brass crib. I really loved it, but obviously not enough to have it hang around another day in our bedroom. I… Continue reading Our five seconds
Prime Time
Driving home yesterday afternoon, I came across the filming frenzy of blocked off streets, semis, and trailers a few blocks from our house. I had seen the little film placards with “CSI” on them, so I wasn’t surprised to see a bunch of fake Las Vegas police cars parked along the street where they were… Continue reading Prime Time
To fight or not to fight
There is a very interesting post at Mark Galli’s blog this week discussing a NY Times piece on violence against women and the need for men to reclaim their role as protectors. I have enjoyed the thoughtful comments along with his original thoughts, and the most recent comment posted was from a young woman (college… Continue reading To fight or not to fight
Officer friendliest
I was mixing Aaron’s rice cereal for dinner last night when I heard a commotion in our driveway below. I walked closer to the windows to see who was making the noise and was surprised to spot our Senior Lead Officer coming quickly toward the back of our house. He saw me in the window… Continue reading Officer friendliest
I think he is homesick
Last night Doug built a house out of Mercy’s new lincoln logs. I overheard him showing her the big fireplace, the wrap-around porch, the dock and the boat slip. And something about an island…
Lasting impressions
A while back I wrote about our single “star” encounter since living here in L.A. Well, Friday afternoon the kids and I were coming home from Pasadena on the 110 after a doctor’s appointment for Aaron. We reached this point right before Dodger’s Stadium where there is a break in the hills and you have… Continue reading Lasting impressions
A problematic location
Two things I read this week troubled me. The first was an article on gentrification by urban ministry practicioner Bob Lupton where he considers how those doing urban ministry should think about the different issues raised by increasingly gentrified urban cores (thanks Anthony Siff at MereMission for this link). Lupton writes: “Resisting gentrification is like… Continue reading A problematic location
Everyone needs friends like these…
For a fun recap of my birthday celebrations from the foodie perspective at one of my favorite daily reads…
Black and white
I am not known for my love of the police. This dates back to a now infamous encounter my senior year at North Park with two of Chicago’s finest WHOM I FLAGGED DOWN one night a few blocks from my apartment. I had left my apartment to catch a cab when a creepy man started… Continue reading Black and white