I began my day with Marilyn at my favorite coffee place on Palm Canyon Drive. After procuring a scone and a dark roast latte, I settled down with the paper in the flower-laden courtyard. I was enjoying the sun and the incomparable mountain views (while flipping through the various fates …
Read More »A friend of mine is fond of saying of Palm Springs: “I love that place—everyone has their own little slice of paradise! I suppose that’s his way of saying that this is a democratic landscape. The mountains are viewable by all, not just a select few, the year-round sunshine beams …
Read More »I’ll never forget the first time I saw the mountains of Palm Springs. I remember rounding the bend of the 111 and staring in amazement at their immensity and grandeur. It was 1998 and I was relocating to Southern California after growing up in the rolling green hills of Kentucky. …
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