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 … Continue reading »
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. … Continue reading »
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 … Continue reading »
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. Continue reading »
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. Continue reading »
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. Continue reading »
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. Continue reading »
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. Continue reading »
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. Continue reading »
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! Continue reading »
