I got in my car this afternoon after saying farewell to one of my best friends who’s moving across the country. His drive starts tomorrow, and it’s hard to believe the day has come. So much change has come about in the past couple of weeks for him…

Earlier today, I was talking to a friend who needed a little space. Not from me, but from someone else in her life. Without going into detail, the space was necessary because there were — figuratively speaking — some recent wounds that needed so…

We’re familiar with a season lasting for a few months, but there are so many more lengths to them — in large part because they can be related to anything. I’m in the middle of a season right now where screenwriting and playwriting are a pretty bi…

Posterous was down for a while earlier tonight, and for a few moments I started writing a Facebook note in the event Posterous doesn’t let me get my blog done by 12am. It’s not the most ideal situation, as Facebook’s formatting within their notes …

A group of us went out this evening to have a few cocktails as we counted down my last few days at the agency. Drinks were had, a prime rib made a cameo here and there, and stories were shared. While somewhat bittersweet, it was one of the best We…

One of my most favorite sounds in the world is when I’m in bed at night, trying to fall asleep, and I hear the furnace cycle on. I’m not sure if it’s the white noise factor that lulls me to sleep, or whether it’s the memory of being all cozy and b…

I have 32 pairs of shoes, three of which I wear 97% of the time. Of the remainder, 1% is spent in my Ugg boots after work, another 1% is spent in athletic shoes and the final 1% is devoted to my trusty, broken in Rainbows on the weekend, rain or s…

As I made my way through the living room earlier tonight, en route to the front porch so I could turn the sprinklers on, a familiar scent made its way to my nose. There’s really no reason it should have been in the air. When I was around 6 years o…

I have a morning routine that I rarely stray from. I make my way into the kitchen shortly after my alarm goes off, look for the cat, give him his breakfast, defrost an English muffin, toast said muffin, doctor it up with a little peanut butter and…

Where do I begin? A few weeks back, I came home from work one night to find tufts of black cat hair on the family room carpet, as though there’d been a cat fight inside the house. My cat, not really much of a clump-shedder, had apparently been in …