Over lunch today, I was speaking with a friend about the power of yes. It goes without saying that we all probably prefer our bubble, our routine. It’s comfortable, it’s easy, and it’s not unlike a familiar t-shirt or pair of jeans that have stood…

Remember Meg Ryan’s boyfriend, Frank, in “You’ve Got Mail”? He had a bit of an obsession with typewriters. Some kids today may not know what a typewriter is. (Gasp.) But I think Frank was on to something. There were no Blackberry devices back then…

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…