The Makeup Rule

I think we were somewhere in Northern California. It was our annual summer vacation, and I was around 7 or 8 years old. We were in the middle of a town during the morning rush hour, and I remember looking out the window of our station wagon. The woman next to us was pretty, dressed professionally, […]

The Rut

This blog is the product of some inspiration that came my way after starting a book of daily devotions I bought at the beginning of January 2012. Since then, with the exception of one day, I’ve written daily — by midnight in whatever time zone I happen to be in. I was on a roll […]

Fall’s coming.

Fall is in the air tonight, even though it’s technically not quite here yet. My evening walk revealed familiar scents I haven’t smelled in about a year. Pot roasts and spaghetti dinners filled the neighborhoods, meals that have been hidden away since the heat of the summer months began. Someone was baking cookies — I […]

Hurry up, Tuesday.

Grocery shopping is something I enjoy. I make my lists based on the layout of the store, and methodically cruise around until every item is in my cart. Tonight I was fulfilling my single girl job description: perusing cat toys in the pet aisle. I was debating whether to purchase the wand with a wad […]

Inspiration

The first CD I ever purchased was bought in Michigan. There was a Tower Records across the street from campus and some interesting, strange, ethereal music was playing in the store while I was browsing. My head was in another place as the combination of sounds and sight — wandering through aisles of talent and […]

Four-letter F-word

It’s entirely possible I’ve written about it before, but it’s a realization that’s popping into my head more and more often these days. This nasty little four-letter F-word is one of those silent killers, the written equivalent of carbon monoxide. “Fine.” Fine will take you down if you let it. Why? Because nothing’s so bad that it needs […]

Remember.

I was moving into an apartment in Redondo Beach and was excited about my new digs. It was September 8, 2001. My phone wasn’t yet connected, nor was my TV. I was reachable by cell phone only, but I’m weird about it — I hate hearing it ring, and I’m prone to answering it in […]