My thoughts on Life, Writing, Hollywood, Children, My Neighbors, Love & Growing Up
Another trip around the sun in the books. I'm 35 now. That happened. That number seems so old to me but I also feel so disconnected from it. I don't really associate myself with the number my birthday represents. I think I stopped counting a decade ago. It doesn't say much about who I am... Continue Reading →
Birthdays. Let's discuss them. We all have them. Today it's yours along with a bunch of other people you don't know. 19 million people, to be exact, unless you're a leap year kid. Tomorrow it'll be another handful of people and the beat goes on. Within your close circle of friends and family, it can... Continue Reading →
