I was watching something on TV earlier tonight (without giving too much away, my guilty viewing pleasure is The Real Housewives of Orange County) and one of the scenes focused on a sensitive topic that one person felt the other wasn’t taking serio…

For most of the day, I found the sky to be incredibly odd. Since Thursday or so, it’s been overcast, cool and a bit breezy — three things which make me really happy. Today the breeze was still lingering, but the overcast skies had given way to br…

I read something earlier today that was a nice reminder of a truth I think we forget. “Your journey has molded you for the greater good. It was exactly what it needed to be. Don’t think you’ve lost time. It took each and every situation you have e…

I have a large, sepia-toned photo that’s framed and hanging on my wall. It’s called, “Racing at the Clarendon,” and it was taken in 1922. It shows auto racing on the sandy beaches of Florida — Daytona Beach, to be exact. And 90 years later, we’re…

Despite the fact that I’m not really in the market these days, I’m often told I need to get out more and that a guy isn’t going to come crashing through my ceiling, or just knock on my front door. Well, get this: one did. (Knock on my front door, …

I would’ve been almost four when she was born. Maybe we played on the same playgrounds when we were little. Maybe we’d been at Disneyland at the same time when we were growing up. Perhaps we’d gone to the beach and splashed in the same surf back i…

I’ve been working on a couple of plays for a while now, and I’ve had some issues finishing them. I don’t know if it’s so much writer’s block as much as it is the strange fear that if I sit down to complete them, I can see them going in so many dif…

For some reason I found myself reading an older article in National Geographic from April 2002 about the Afghan girl with the green eyes. Remember the cover photo from the mid-1980s? The article I was reading was about how they found her again (at…

On any given weekend, my goal is to get as much sleep as possible. You’d think I was trying to store it up for use whenever I run low during the week, but that’s clearly not the case. Still, however, whenever the weekend rolls around, catching up …

I consider myself a homebody for the most part. Sometimes I think it’s because I exhausted my lifetime supply of energy when I was younger. If it wasn’t ballet lessons, it was baton. If it wasn’t baton, it was clarinet. If it wasn’t clarinet, it w…