Karen Levy

3 weeks ago | davisenterprise.com | Karen Levy

I arrived at the El Macero Country Club on a warm Wednesday afternoon but once inside, the spacious dining room was cool and the team running the club welcoming. I sat with general manager Chris Johnson under lights that looked like bursts of fireworks, as he described their newest project, four new pickleball courts.

4 weeks ago | davisenterprise.com | Karen Levy

I’m one of those people who like to know what the plan is in advance. I need to know where we’re headed, when we’re going to get there, and who will be involved. I also like to have some idea of when we’re returning home; that way I know how long I have to keep my bra on. Don’t judge me, these things matter. It’s not to say that I can’t be spontaneous. It’s just that the occasions for being so have significantly dwindled since the person with whom being spontaneous felt safe is gone.

4 weeks ago | davisenterprise.com | Karen Levy

When I last spoke with the owners of Taffach Ethiopian Restaurant at 113 D St., it had been an unbearably hot day in July, made even more so because the establishment still didn’t have electricity. Despite the heat and the dark, I could not help but be impressed by the passion behind the dream to open a place into which they hoped to invite the community to learn about their culture.

1 month ago | davisenterprise.com | Karen Levy

On May 20, Nordstrom Rack opened its doors to an excited crowd of people who, despite the afternoon heat, eagerly awaited the soft opening and their first glimpse of the 25,000-square-foot store in the Davis Collection, the old University Mall spot on Russell Boulevard. Among them were dozens of sorority girls who once inside, flitted up and down the aisles looking for that perfect outfit, choosing short shorts and bikinis yours truly would have had to be thirty years younger to attempt.

1 month ago | davisenterprise.com | Karen Levy

I was brought out of my reverie when the car behind me honked. The light had turned green, yet I hadn’t moved because I’d been absorbed in the two cards I was holding. One was my mother’s Kaiser card; the other, her driver’s license. There was nothing unusual about either, other than that they were in my possession instead of hers, and that she had no idea that they were.