A friend of mine is looking to get back into the dating game, and lately I’ve been offering up suggestions of things to do: Maybe an online dating site? Perhaps a Meetup group? Or perhaps he and I could hit up some area establishments for some goo…

On Iron Chef America, it’s a question you’ll hear often during the course of the hour-long program. How much time? Time left to chop. To dice. To grill, to boil, to mix, to puree. Time left to render, to reduce, to marinate. Time left to build, to…

Sometimes my heart breaks for trees. The ones in a forest, a field or anyplace where their roots have room to expand and their branches can stretch out are fine by me. I love a giant tree that’s so tall it almost appears proud and all-knowing, obs…

I can’t remember the last time I carried cash in my wallet. It was probably for a business trip, but I can’t be sure. I don’t know whether my lack of tangible dinero is because I feel I’m more efficient with a card, or whether I’m just lazy. It’s …

Over lunch today, I was speaking with a friend about the power of yes. It goes without saying that we all probably prefer our bubble, our routine. It’s comfortable, it’s easy, and it’s not unlike a familiar t-shirt or pair of jeans that have stood…

Remember Meg Ryan’s boyfriend, Frank, in “You’ve Got Mail”? He had a bit of an obsession with typewriters. Some kids today may not know what a typewriter is. (Gasp.) But I think Frank was on to something. There were no Blackberry devices back then…

I believe it’s never too late to say a prayer. I know to whom I say mine, but to pray is to give thanks or request assistance from God “or an object of worship,” as my trusty online definition tells me. It’s giving in to the realization that you c…

So things have been a bit interesting in Anaheim these days. Rioting, protests, broken storefront windows, the occasional peaceful demonstration and helicopters overhead 24/7 have defined the past week. Regardless of the situations that occurred, …

Was speaking with a friend tonight about life, and how it can be described as a bell curve. The first 20 years are spent learning. The next 20 are spent climbing. The third 20 are spent maintaining, and the last 20 are spent living out the remaind…

One of the best things about travel is the home that awaits my return. Sometimes home is in the haze that’s heavy in the sky. It tells me I’m just an hour outside of LA. Or it’s the familiar grid of streets and highways that slowly reveals little …