The art of the American Bake Sale is almost dead – it’s on a respirator in critical care next to the beds occupied by the homemade lemonade stand, baseball cards, and the family road trip. Participating in a bake sale was on my list of volunteer activities from the beginning, but for the life of me I could not find one to help. No schools wanted help because I wasn’t a parent or student. Clubs seemed to think I was a weirdo for wanting to donate cookies and cupcakes to their cause. And... [Read more]

“Popping noises are not supposed to come from calf muscles.” That was my last thought before my left calf muscle caught fire during a 5k jog in preparation for the Gobble Wobble in Santa Monica. I hopped around on my good leg and spewed a string of inventive profanity (sorry moms in the park near by), but what I thought was a cramp didn’t go away. Limping home I realized I was out of the race on Saturday, which was going to completely screw up my volunteering schedule. I only had one option... [Read more]