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Magic brownies banned from party. Boo


Cyndi’s  annual By Invitation Only Halloween Party was always very well attended. While it was a “Girls Only” event, it was consistently a robust and rowdy gathering.

Everyone brought Champagne or a decadent treat. Cyndi cooked all day long – her buffet was a competition between Gourmet magazine meets Paleo World. 

Evan, dressed in a French Maid’s costume, was the only man allowed. Every year, he was the bartender and graded the women on their costumes. The gang all vied for Evan’s approval. Never one to be shy, his fashion and make up tips flew off his tongue – no filter. .photo_46616_20151005

The party favors were a chocolate truffle and a tiny frosted brownie tied in pink ribbons.

The accompanying card was straight out of Jefferson Airplane meets Alice in Wonderland, “One bite makes you larger, and one nibble makes you small. And the ones that mother gives you, don’t do anything at all. Go ask Cyndi, when she’s ten feet tall.”

Gail and Katherine, mere neophytes in the world of Edibles – feeling both frisky and fearful – took tiny nibbles and sat back and watched the crowd. The women were dancing, laughing, quaffing and eating. Evan was laughing so hard, he was crying. Happy tears.

It was a work night, and pre-dessert – everyone had decided to promptly  leave at 10 p.m.

At midnight, the women were singing along to all the songs Evan – now the self -appointed  Disc Jockey was playing on his  lap top.

Cyndi decide no more cute little Edibles at her parties. 




Mary used to be a sweet kindergarten teacher – then, bam!



She blamed it on reading too many fairy tales as a little girl.

She was all in for meeting a Prince Charming, or three. Ready, willing, and able, she could full in love at the drop of a hat or robust compliment. She was 34, single and a kindergarten teacher. Most of her friends were married with children.

Over the summer, she decided she was  like a parched desert. She had a scorched heart and a red-hot desire to be madly in love. And so it began: The Beauty Campaign. She signed up for barre lessons and joined a gym, decided to go Paleo, and gave up chocolate. She tiptoed around the cosmetic counters at various department stores and picked up beauty  tips and product samples. There was change in the air.

Mary was famous for her elaborate, brightly colored quilts. She was also a master-knitter and her gossamer sweaters were breathtakingly beautiful. Both of these pursuits fed into her loneliness. She spent way too much time spent at home alone. Her friends told her Wine Tasting was a lot more fun. Cheers.

She put her needles away and decided to get out more. She read San Francisco Chronicle Datebook, attended lectures at the JCC, and the Nourse. She discovered Litquake and was busy attending all kinds of parties, readings and special events.

And her little black book was teeming with the names of new friends. Her once bleak social calendar filled gradually and she became busier and happier than before.

That’s her 2016 Halloween Card, She has come a long way, baby!


How Rude! Page Larkin’s Easy Dating Etiquette Tips

Thank you! Please read this….you are welcome.

Suddenly Single... Minded

bad photos12Heard horror stories about rude online dating behavior?

 Page Larkin’s  Top 5 Online Dating Etiquette Tips:

1.) Respond, sil vous plait or You talkin to me?

The biggest complaint heard from online daters is about the lack of response. Hey kids, here’s the rule: if somebody takes the time to drop you a polite note of interest – you have a responsibility to answer back.
(Note: If the message is wacky, bizarre or peculiar- or the person sending it appears to be all of the above, you need not reply- simply delete and move on.)
However, new dater, if you receive an email from someone – okay, maybe not your ideal mate – maybe not even close – but he or she took the time to write you a note. Your job? Write back. Not a tome – not a poem – a simple message along the lines of, “Thanks, we are…

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Please say Thank you, Missed Manners

Elbows off the table. Man overboard*. Napkin on your lap. Sit up straight. Knife and fork rest on the plate together, side-by-side. Stand when a lady approaches the table. Hold the door open for another. Remember the ‘Magic Words: please and thank you.

All of the above were ‘manners messages’ that many of us grew up hearing. The run- away best seller of 1922, ‘Etiquette’ by Emily Post,  was deemed the definitive book on good manners for decades.

*That was code for removing a soup spoon from the bowl and placing it on the plate.

Thank you notes passé?

There was a time when all men wore hats and walked nearest to the curb to protect the lady, in her full voluminous skirts, from the possible puddle splash of a passing carriage. Hats are gone. Are good manners next?
A quick exit poll at a local 24-Hour Fitness spoke volumes about the practice of writing thank you notes. Asked the last time they wrote a thank you note, nine (30-somethings) responded, sheepishly…”In college or high school.” Five responded, “Frequently” and five asked, “What’s a thank you note?”

Entitlement or lousy manners?
You be the judge. Some say you have the responsibility to teach your children, nieces, nephews and grandchildren the value of good manners and saying thanks. Emily Post waxes rhapsodic about the proper ink, handwriting, verbiage, and length of a note. Nowadays, short and sweet gets the job done elegantly.

Fact: saying thank you is not old-fashioned. It is savvy, smart, and displays intelligence and good taste. The holidays are upon us. This means a flood of opportunities to get and receive gifts and invitations. What do you say? Thank you for taking the time to read this.

May I please be excused?

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If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is ‘thank you’, it will be enough.”

Meister Eckhart

Bring it: Like an attack dog, he was ready


As he shaved that morning, his mind was racing.

This is it – the showdown. He had been waiting for this day. He felt confident, cocky. He knew he may have lost the battle, but he would win the war.

He sneered as he thought about her. He would show her. She would be lucky to get out alive. He stared his reflection. He would show her.

Today at nine o’clock the two of them would be sitting in the courtroom, in front of Judge Mary Swayback – the most vilified judge in town. Ironically, 20-plus years earlier, they had been sitting with Marge Burke, the most sought after wedding planner in the City.

She had moved out six months earlier. He was happy – relieved – to get rid of her. He didn’t need her.

She complained-was always complaining. She hated his cigars, his drinking, the flirting and his driving. She was a control freak and cooked those horrible meals. They were so damn healthy, they made him sick.

The kids were launched, gone, and had jobs. The nest had been empty for three months before she started laying the groundwork. Bam! They were in couple’s therapy. Whatever.

Two meetings into it, he knew something was up.

He got blindsided. He thought the old empty nest was “The subject du jour.” Lo and behold, she’s babbling and dabbing her eyes, her nose running and she’s talking about his drinking, his DUI’s, the trysts, the money. Like a faucet of all the things he did wrong.

He sat there stunned. After 20 minutes, she said four words he never in a million years thought he would hear, “I want a divorce.”

The room was deathly quiet. He could barely breathe. The room felt warm. There was an underwater quality. He was speechless.

She waited for several minutes. He said, “Good. You can live alone.”

She smiled at the therapist. She stood up and  shook her head, and walked out of the office – happier than she had been in years.

That afternoon, he called his shark attorney. She had handled his DUI – she would get him out of this.



San Francisco – the cool grey City of Love

“A city is where you can sign a petition, boo the chief justice, fish off a pier, gaze at a hippopotamus, buy a flower at the corner, or get a good hamburger or a bad girl at 4 A.M. A city is where sirens make white streaks of sound in the sky and foghorns speak in dark grays.

          San Francisco is such a city.”

Herb Caen





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San Francisco is a mad city – inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

         Rudyard Kipling



Puffy Daddy and the Blonde

“This man has no Couth!”

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I was way too early for an appointment.

I had time to kill, so I watched this much younger blonde try to pick up an older, puffy guy with the bad dye job and fake tan.

Sitting at the window, I watched as he pulled up to the restaurant in the big red Maserati and walk into the cafe like he owned the joint.

He spotted her across the room- she threw him a big wave (here I am!) He had a swagger in his stride. He plopped into the chair.  She was beaming. They appeared to exchange pleasantries. This girl was dripping with sugar. He snapped his fingers for the waiter. The kid behind the counter, looked perplexed and walked over. Imperiously, he ordered Fish-o-filet. The kid said he could have a tuna sandwich. The man ordered, “a chocolate milkshake – shaken not stirred.” Really? 

She actually glowed as she…

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SF Giants:We Got the Best Bum!



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“Love is the most important thing in the world,

but baseball is pretty good, too.”

Yogi Berra Do the hustle? Beware Romance scams!

Looking for love in all the wrong places?

There are a million stories in the Dating City.

Some are all lightness and air and others are like the Clint Eastwood movie: The Good the Bad and the Ugly. The ugly: the romance scams which are rampant at on line dating sites. Dubbed ‘the Nigerian hustle’, these scams have been the subject of a fascinating MSNBC special, and the subject of  a recent Dr. Phil show. A quick search on line indicates that  a huge number of  Dating Alert Websites have cropped up to warn and alert on line daters of the hustles and scams that are so prevalent.

Both Merry in Reno and Diane in Covina wrote similar stories to say, “It all started with a wink.”

Both women  were flattered by ‘a wink’ from a great looking guy in San Francisco. His profile picture resembled Burt Lancaster, on the beach,  in the movie, From Here to Eternity.

A Classic Example of a Online Dating Scam

Without much thought they both  returned ‘the wink’ and within hours received a response from ‘Cheney’ Both women said the first clue something was amiss was the salutation, “Hello, Dearie.”Merry  said she had never met a man who called anyone ‘Dearie,’  and the letter instantly fell apart: a train wreck of broken English and a request to contact him via a address. Fortunately, both women were smart and knew immediately it was a scam. They had almost walked into an infamous Nigerian scam.A warning sign for the public

Best advice: be careful, be aware and remember: Google the guy or gal. Anytime, anyone-anywhere suggests skipping the online dating connection and connecting  via a account…Run!

See Here: Dear Page Larkin Classic Example of Online Scam

Tell me: Have you met a cad or a scammer?

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“Let us not look back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness”.

James Thurber

 Look Here for The Top 10 plus one INTERNET SCAMS 


Aging with grace and aplomb…and AARP!

You barely blow out the candles on your 50th birthday cake

and AARP is in the mail

and on the attack…

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The times they are a changin’


The Man of your Dreams used to quote

Rolling Stone Magazine

and Esquire…

and, then Vanity Fair  

and The New Yorker

and now!

He is quoting from  AARP magazine…

                                                                            Say, it isn’t so.


“At age 20, we worry about what others think of us. At age 40, we don’t care what they think of us.

At age 60, we discover they haven’t been thinking of us at all.” 

Ann Landers (1918-2002)





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