Creme brulee is one of those desserts that has a number of life lessons hidden among its silky smooth custard base. When you order it in a restaurant, it’s often accompanied by a fruit garnish, and always adorned with a hard caramel top. The delic…

The thing about a band is that regardless of how many people you don’t know that are staring back at you while you play, the people playing with you are there to lean on for an on-stage laugh and a familiar smile. No matter how nervous you might b…

After practice tonight I stood by my car for a while, chatting away and oblivious to any blood-sucking insects that might’ve been in the vicinity. My driver’s side door was open, and I was leaning on it — seemingly inviting things to come home wi…

The other day in my car, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw a girl — probably 17 or 18 — driving a small compact and having a good time listening to the music she was blaring. I was immediately transported back to being that same age. “If o…

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…