Something clicked in me this morning. No, not a funky joint or popping tendon or something in my back (although my left arm likes to make a strange clicking noise in my shoulder when I raise it), but something in my brain. And in my heart. I walke…

Recently I was watching a calligraphy tutorial, and the individual was doing a beautiful job. His lettering was deliberate and purposeful by design as he verbally walked the viewer through each curve and flourish. He was patiently going at a speed…

One of the best things about organizing and getting rid of stuff is that feeling that’s akin to getting your hair cut when it’s been too long. “Ahhh,” you think. “So much better.” I just spent a few hours going through paperwork odds and ends, tos…

Earlier this evening, my cousin asked me if I was still doing my blog every day. I said I was, but that I felt like my writing was lacking something as of late. I explained that I felt like I was writing about shallow things, things that I was onl…

I have many memories of accompanying my mom to the grocery store when I was little. We’d go up and down the aisles, methodically checking everything off our list. Each season, the front of the grocery store would be papered with art done by childr…

I used to have my homepage set to CNN.com, but over the last few years, the amount of discouraging, disheartening, depressing and disturbing news became too much. I’ve since made my homepage Google. I’m the first to admit that the art of avoidance…

One of my favorite movies was on TV tonight — I stop and watch it every time it’s on. It was on a lot late last summer, and I know I’ve written about it before. That movie is Under the Tuscan Sun. The first time I saw it, I was on a plane. I didn…

Without fail, whenever I find a makeup product that works well for me, it’s discontinued shortly thereafter. I’ve been running low on a few things, and on my way home from work, I decided to finally stock up again. The items in question were all f…

Yesterday afternoon, I buzzed my local car wash before hopping on the freeway and heading to a gathering of Michigan State alumni down in Corona del Mar. When I got to the wash, they weren’t busy at all, so I was in and out in record time — but n…

More often than not, I opt for quiet time versus time doing anything else. Quiet time is also known as time to myself, time to recharge, time to veg, time to rest and time to just be. I find that a lot of this time is needed because I’m a) in the …