A few days ago, I received a call from a woman at a local performing arts center asking if I’d like to subscribe to their upcoming season. She called while I was working, so I asked if she could call back the following day after 6pm. She did. Afte…

So I’m making a desk for my office here at the casa. Two hollow-core doors (it’s a delightfully massive desk) supported by short bookshelves at either end. I have two doors for the desk, therefore I need four bookshelves. The other day, my mom pas…

Yesterday I wrote about my first 90 days at the new gig, and about how terrific they’ve been. But there’s one thing I neglected to mention: my time here has been so great – and, frankly, has simply “been” – because people took a chance on me. I ca…

90 days ago was the start of something new and exciting. Since then, it’s turned into something far more than that: rewarding, challenging (in that awesome my-brain-hurts-because-it’s-being-used-with-regularity sorta way), balancing, centering and…

I’m always down to tackle a project, and since last week, I’ve been on a kick to re-do my office. It’s been interesting so far. I know I don’t want to buy a desk, in large part because the size I want would probably break the bank. There’s also th…

I don’t know how else to say it, but I love it when the universe clumps. Alright, so perhaps “clumps” isn’t the right word. It sorta brings to mind images of kitty litter and milk that’s gone bad. But do you ever look around and take stock of all …

Creme brulee is one of those desserts that has a number of life lessons hidden among its silky smooth custard base. When you order it in a restaurant, it’s often accompanied by a fruit garnish, and always adorned with a hard caramel top. The delic…

The thing about a band is that regardless of how many people you don’t know that are staring back at you while you play, the people playing with you are there to lean on for an on-stage laugh and a familiar smile. No matter how nervous you might b…

After practice tonight I stood by my car for a while, chatting away and oblivious to any blood-sucking insects that might’ve been in the vicinity. My driver’s side door was open, and I was leaning on it — seemingly inviting things to come home wi…

The other day in my car, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw a girl — probably 17 or 18 — driving a small compact and having a good time listening to the music she was blaring. I was immediately transported back to being that same age. “If o…