On my birthday, only a few weeks ago, I ran along dirty sidewalks with a plastic bag of Subway sandwiches slapping against my side. Earlier that morning, I’d driven from my hometown Las Vegas to my new place of residence, Los Angeles. Anthony and I planned to sign a lease to a new apartment in …
This is a church where jeans prevail over dress pants, and women won’t look down on you for failing to acknowledge Jesus with a dress’ knee-length hemline. This is a church where you walk in and people know your name. And if you’ve taken the time to ask, you know their names too. Debi. Petey. Tim. …
This year I dedicate to dreams. I am finished with the belief that “this” is all there is. I am no longer ascribing to a school of thought that tells you all your hard work was all for naught, so just get used to normal. I am through with beating the drum black and blue …
We met about this time many years ago—Anthony and I—in a cold classroom in an antique brick building at the University of Nevada. I remember his laugh, full-bodied and genuine. … Reflections on meeting my husband in winter, reading The Lord of the Rings, and realizing the power of stories we read.
Last year, I wanted to learn to live again. This year, I want to learn to love life again. I want to appreciate the little things I take for granted and to remember to find something extraordinary in each ordinary day. … See my highlights from 2012 and hopes for the future.
Writing is a lot like catching a butterfly. You can run around all day swinging at it, yet grasp nothing. But if you sit tight and stay calm, it might just land on your hand and stay a while.
I can do the research in advance and complete my interviews with sources. I can transcribe my notes and ponder the paragraphs I’ll pen. I am ready, prepared, poised on the precipice. But to write, I need that sense of urgency, that impending doom which will befall me if I fail to produce a masterpiece in the next twelve hours.
Evil is not content to stay in the shadows. The thief wants acknowledgement. The murderer can’t hide for long. The adulterer eventually takes the relationship public. The liar lets loose a little too much, and those who envy are bound to show it with time. Evil is not content to stay in the shadows. It wants a scene. It wants a screen, and it wants to be seen—to be known and feared and reviled and celebrated. We must stop giving evil its stage.
The times in which we live can be likened to the familiar first lines of a certain Charles Dickens’ novel. We live in an age of opulence. We live in an age of economic uncertainty. We live in an era when taking advantage of a bargain may mean taking advantage of someone else. … I long to remember why it is good to give.
Too often it’s easy to focus on the negative elements in life. So I figured that while the whole “Month of Thankfulness” may have ended with November, I can keep reminding myself of what I’m happy about in life. Sometimes it’ll be deep. But today, let’s keep it simple. I just want to let you in on what I like right now in my daily life!