When my daughter was in nursery school, I attended meetings with other moms who, like me, were active participants in the co-op school environment. I don’t remember how the topic came up, but during one group discussion, we shared stories of family holiday traditions.

One mother who had three young sons excitedly relayed the lengths to which she and her husband went to convince her boys that Santa had indeed visited their home on Christmas Eve. They provided the usual clues, of course. A plate of cookies, freshly baked, and a glass of milk left on the mantel, which by morning became crumbs strewn about the dish and a bare puddle of milk left in the glass. But that was only the beginning. The father got up in the middle of the night and made gentle noises on the roof to suggest the arrival of animals pulling a sled. (I can’t remember whether or not he actually climbed on the roof to do it, but I don’t think he went that far.) The mother sprinkled soot around the fireplace and Christmas tree as evidence of Santa’s journey down their chimney. Someone embedded at least one hoof print in the yard to mark where a reindeer must have trod.

Poor lighting poses public-safety danger

In October, I took a walk in the early evening in our neighborhood. As I ventured through the darkened streets onto Parma Avenue, my right foot landed in a pothole (or uneven pavement surface – it was too dark to see), snapped, and I landed on my left side on the street. Lying in excruciating pain on the concrete in total darkness, I prayed no car would come in my direction. Luckily, I had my phone with me and managed to call my husband.

That night, I fractured my right ankle and injured my left elbow, hip and knee. I have been homebound for the last eight weeks, unable to drive, go to work, pick up my children or do any housework, including cooking. If it were not for the incredibly supportive network of friends and family that stepped in, it is unclear how we would have managed.

Alex Samek had barely latched onto his new role as chairman of the Los Altos Planning Commission when he was arrested for a DUI Nov. 30 after being spotted asleep on Highway 101 in his self-driving Tesla. The story played big on nightly newscasts and even made headlines nationwide.

Understandably, Samek has laid low following what must be an embarrassing incident for him. But hopefully sooner rather than later, he faces the music. He can start by apologizing to city council members, who appointed him, and his fellow commissioners for putting them in a difficult position. He clearly made a mistake, one that could have been deadly. We hope he has learned a painful lesson about drinking and driving, and he is very lucky the result wasn’t tragic.

As I walked into my apartment, excited to spend time with Lauren and her new baby, Bowen, I was hit with the reality of her life. The little one, now 2 1/2 months old, was experiencing his first cold, thus forcing his schedule completely out of whack and turning night into day. On the couch, with eyes swollen from fatigue and tears, sat my sleep-deprived daughter. Remembering those early days with my eldest, I took her in my arms to soothe her tired moment and simply said, “Honey, I promise this will pass.”

Being a city council member isn’t for the timid. Departing Los Altos Councilman Jean Mordo put it best a few weeks back as he left the dais: You’re a hero or a wretch, depending on how you vote on a particular issue.

Newly elected councilwomen Anita Enander and Neysa Fligor will find out soon. Newly appointed Mayor Lynette Lee Eng is well aware, having served nearly two years. But, as mayor, she will be under increased scrutiny as the face of Los Altos in the eyes of the media and surrounding communities. She will need to exercise decorum and diplomacy in her new role.

Follow mail policies to the letter

In response to the Nov. 28 Town Crier article “Los Altos resident fights to ensure carriers don’t violate federal law,” about a resident’s fight to compel the U.S. Postal Service to deliver his mail when his mailbox is blocked by neighbors’ construction vehicles:

While in graduate school, I worked every part-time job in the post office. We also had to return residents’ outbound mail to the post office before 5 p.m. to get overnight delivery. If necessary, we were required to run between routes and ensure overnight delivery.