Linda LaRoche

I recently got texts not comments on my blog despite my requests. I was asked to write about my social escapades and since I listen here...

It was no surprise that AMC is going to start basing its ticket prices on seat availability. I don’t like the idea. After all, it’s the...

Some years ago, I stumbled upon information that changed my life forever. It re-arranged the way I live. I moved back to California and...

I have learned to do many things on my own. Although I may not like some of the things I have tried to master, sometimes we don't have a...

My last blog post was serious so today I thought I’d take a spin in the other direction. Emily in Paris, season 3, is back for another...

Last night I watched a Holiday film on Netflix. The main character is an author who is treated by the public like a rock star. That is...

When I see so many people garbed in black I secretly judge that their unhappiness is self-inflicted. In Los Angeles, black and gray ( a...

Every Sunday night I am glued to my television, watching Masterpiece Theater. For the last month, Magpie Murders has me enthralled. It’s...

I have wonderful memories of being with my Mother in the kitchen, learning how to make bacalao, Capirotada, and chicken curry, helping...

Halloween is a time to dive into your creativity with a DIY Halloween costume you can make right at home. This spooky holiday is all...

Last week I told a friend how I was part of a class action suit brought up against several film studios due to ageism. There is nothing...

Isn’t it ironic how talents run in the genes?

This summer may not include a wonderful vacation so to make up for that fact, I've been indulging in other activities that have been...

There is a sort of underlying association between words, colors, and, sounds, and that precision motivates thought forms. Take a look at...

PARIS A girl came in the café and sat by herself At a table near the window. I wished I could put her in the story, or anywhere, but she...

I’ve been thinking a lot about my mother, actually not a day goes by that I don’t think of her in some way, in particular since I’m about...

When my favorite cousin David passed, at his eulogy I told stories about us being kids. We spent a summer with him, cousin Camerina, my...

Afternoon tea is often dismissed as something only little girls and frivolous ladies do, on Saturday afternoons and other occasions in...

As far as I can remember my mother loved the kitchen. She got the bug from her mother and she got it from hers. The gene was passed on...