The charm of cooking is that not only do you [hopefully] get tasty vittles when all is said and done, but it can teach us quite a bit in the process, as well. Too fired up? Reduce your heat. Remove yourself from an intense situation and allow your…

After tonight, I’ll have blogged for 276 consecutive days. And even if most people haven’t read my posts, I’m thankful for the habit I’ve formed for myself. Even if nothing ever comes of this writing dream long after other projects beyond Thanky a…

If you’d have told me years ago that my days of working among racing’s elite would one day lead to dancing, I’d have thought you were crazy. But that’s just what’s about to happen. A former client of mine invited me to tonight’s taping of “Dancing…

I believe that everything in our lives happens at the exact moment it’s supposed to happen — the good, the bad, the ugly and the supposedly “accidental.” I went to my playwriting meeting again today and, while I was on my way there, found myself …

I hate spiders. That said, I do realize their benefit in the garden. Benefits aside, they always find me, and my succulent person has often been the victim of their bites more times than I care to remember. Earlier this week, I noticed a semi-larg…

There’s nothing quite like living out your rockstar fantasy at the House of Blues — and then having that glorious night followed by a foot appointment the next day where you’re diagnosed with something that no chick ever wants to hear. And by “yo…

My first concert on the Strip was when I was 14. I think I’ve written about it before, but to briefly recap, I’d sent a letter to a band’s management folks, got a letter back from the singer, an invitation to attend their show at the Roxy and, bei…

The other evening I saw two older women walking together. Their clothing was ill-fitting, mismatched, they had their possessions in push-carts that seemed to be used on a daily basis and it was obvious that walking was their main mode of transport…

The other night after the workday had ended, and during those precious turquoise sky moments when the sun seems to rest in a hammock just below the horizon, I decided to spend some time outside. When I finally came in, I noticed something I hadn’t…

Sometimes a walk down memory lane can be an invigorating experience. It might make you feel inspired to try your hand at something that you once used to do regularly, take the trip you’ve been putting off for years or call someone you haven’t spok…