When I was little, my mom used to drive me up to the Fullerton hills so that I could feed the horses. The ones we’d visit belonged to a family that had a vast expanse of property, complete with a ravine and a multitude of shade trees. Back then, y…

A ball of lint is a peculiar thing. It’s essentially deemed worthless and “nothing,” but it always comes from something. We wear a prized article of clothing, and inevitably it yields a wad of lint. We put our clothes in a dryer, and before you kn…

When I was little, I remember my dad making coffee for holidays, family gatherings and the occasional lazy Sunday morning. It wasn’t the usual instant coffee he’d enjoy during weekdays, it was the product of an on-the-stove thingamabob that seemed…

Tonight is one of our chilliest nights of the season, and it’s nothing short of delightful. The Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland has “clouds” that have fascinated me through the years. They’re a crisp white against inky bluish-black sur…

I heard earlier that a #1 best-selling book from the 90s was written in 11 days. 11. The manuscript was a labor of love that the author created for family and friends, but at the end of the day, one of those friends shared the author’s work with a…

It’s official: I started my Christmas shopping. While sparkly green, red, silver and gold decor has been disturbingly visible in stores since before Halloween, I’ve been hesitant to fully embrace the holiday that I love the most until the day afte…

For the better part of the day, an ABBA song has been stuck in my head. Earlier this evening while I was hoofing it around the streets of Anaheim, I realized how fitting the song was for this fine election day. “The Winner Takes It All” is the tun…

I am fairly confident that dudes shaving during their morning commute have replaced makeup-applying women as the most feared group of motorists on the road. With the recent time change and gloriously bright, sunny morning on my hands, I looked in …

“Only” is one of those words that can speak of everything from loneliness to hope. “It’ll be only me,” friends might say when RSVPing for a party, a wedding, an event. I’ve been only me for a while, and while I don’t remember the last time I had a…

No. Sorry. Fail. Out of luck. Out of order. Try again. Play again. Game over. Sold out. Discontinued. Wrong way. Do not enter. No outlet. No dice. Not hearing or receiving some version of “yes” can be the most frustrating thing in the world, espec…