I watched Moneyball tonight. It’s the sort of film I hope I’m able to write someday, although it takes actually finishing a screenplay for that type of thing to ever become even a remote possibility. I’ve enjoyed baseball for years. It’s important…

There are long weeks, and then there are really, really long weeks. Sometimes the four-day work weeks are the ones that suspiciously feel the longest, and other times you’ll have legitimately lengthy weeks when you’re in back-to-back meetings from…

Getting home at 11pm isn’t exactly a relaxing day. Somewhere in between the status meetings, launch planning, production chats, birthday gathering, budget developing, PowerPoint-ing, server perusing, meeting coordination, regrouping, logistics-dis…

In the last year, my me-list has grown to a fairly healthy length. Different than a to-do list, which I consider to be riddled with unexciting-yet-necessary things such as laundry, grocery shopping, sweeping out a garage and exercising a recently-…

Not to be outdone by the morning light, tonight’s sky was also as impressive as yesterday’s dawn. While the full moon was technically last night, driving home this evening and seeing it low in the sky, bathed in a reddish-orange haze, was a sight …

I have never seen a more perfect crystalline, turquoise sky like the one I saw this morning. It was just before 6 o’clock and, as I shuffled through the house to turn off the porch lights which had been standing guard all night, an azureous glow f…

Earlier today, I had the fortune of joining a group of playwrights for their monthly meeting, thanks to an invitation earlier this week from one of the group’s members. True to my homebody nature, I woke up this morning and would have been content…

This morning after waking, I remained cocooned in the comfort of my warm, cozy blankets for a while but grabbed my Blackberry from its bedside perch and scrolled through Facebook. You never know what important news may be missed during one’s time …

A few years ago, I began taking screenwriting and playwriting classes. I found it to be a delightfully challenging outlet for my fingers which had begun to atrophy somewhat. Sure, they were used for office work, Excel spreadsheets and status repor…

When I was four or five, I wanted to take piano lessons because my brother took them. The way my mom tells the story, I couldn’t even say the word “piano,” but I knew I wanted them: “pih-panno” lessons. Instead of a “no,” I received a green light,…