I believe it’s never too late to say a prayer. I know to whom I say mine, but to pray is to give thanks or request assistance from God “or an object of worship,” as my trusty online definition tells me. It’s giving in to the realization that you c…

So things have been a bit interesting in Anaheim these days. Rioting, protests, broken storefront windows, the occasional peaceful demonstration and helicopters overhead 24/7 have defined the past week. Regardless of the situations that occurred, …

Was speaking with a friend tonight about life, and how it can be described as a bell curve. The first 20 years are spent learning. The next 20 are spent climbing. The third 20 are spent maintaining, and the last 20 are spent living out the remaind…

One of the best things about travel is the home that awaits my return. Sometimes home is in the haze that’s heavy in the sky. It tells me I’m just an hour outside of LA. Or it’s the familiar grid of streets and highways that slowly reveals little …

Have you ever felt the intangible? I have. And each time I’ve experienced it, I can tell you exactly where it starts. It starts in my chest. It sometimes leads to shortness of breath, and sometimes it leads to a lump in the throat. Sometimes it ma…

Waking at 3am to make sure there’s ample time for primping, packing and to do an idiot check before high-tailing it to the airport can make for a long day. Once there, I was greeted by a gargantuan Terminal 1 security line which almost stretched d…

There’s nothing like deciding to go with a carry-on bag to make you question every item you’ve packed. Being a luggage-checking kind of gal, mostly because of my penchant for traveling with full-sized bottles of hair product, I decided to not do t…

He smelled like a warm, melted Andes mint. Or maybe like hot cocoa with a splash of crème de menthe. Either way, it was interesting. And odd. Oddly interesting. His arm held the elevator open for me, and I got inside. I noticed his parched, scragg…

Yesterday I wrote about the perceived shame associated with being a flip-phone carrying member of society. But I also mentioned that for as much as my phone isn’t able to do, it gives that much back to me in terms of feeling like I’m not attached …

Since I had to post from Facebook last night in the wake of the plethora of site issues dogging Posterous, here’s the one from yesterday. Gotta keep the actual blog populated whenever the window of opportunity opens, ya dig? *** A few weeks back, …