He doesn’t notice that Death is watching his every move. On my way to Vons to pick up a variety of food that our beautiful fifteen year old cat, Pretty Boy Floyd, AKA Skinny, might want to eat, I decided to stop at Full of Beans and get a cappuccino. Stepping up to...

A Tribute to Mrs. Jean Finley on her 100th Birthday Do you give much thought to how other people feel around you? What you’re presence leaves in its “wake?” I know that’s not easy to think about objectively, but this subject came to mind as I recently reunited with my...

Why Skinny might be so kind. A few nights ago I had a fascinating dream about perspective and woke up wondering if perhaps that dream helped explain why Skinny is instinctively kind. Maybe he just “gets this stuff” naturally, while the rest of us struggle to learn it....

I seldom run across the use of the word “promise” anymore. With the exception of marriage vows, it’s almost as if the word disappeared from contemporary vernacular.  Or is it just me? It was a simple declaration on her part, but because I know her well, I realized the...

Skinny the Cat and the Magic of Kindness, is the puuurfect how-to place to connect all people who want to help make the world a kinder, gentler place—without losing their sense of humor. That’s not to say we don’t take things seriously.  Quite the contrary.  But when...

While grooming our elderly cat, Maddie, the political news and horrific stories of national and global woes in this morning’s Los Angeles Times seemed uniquely juxtaposition in my mind. I felt genuine sadness for all the people in the world that don’t know how to be...

So at lunch last Sunday, celebrating the birthday of my amazing composer friend, Mark Governor (he scored Pet Cemetery II … and a bunch of other stuff), I had an epiphany. I sat across the table from one of Mark’s good friends, Richard Ford, who was the Executive...