My thoughts on Life, Writing, Hollywood, Children, My Neighbors, Love & Growing Up
Not all who wander are lost. J.R.R. Tolkien I was told recently that in this lifetime I'm supposed to find my home. To stay grounded and make roots. If that is the case, I'm 100% failing at life. My suitcase is always on standby. I can't seem to stay put. My life is a bit... Continue Reading →
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 →
"What's your type?" I get asked this all the time. Unfortunately for me, Jason Momoa is taken and build-a-man doesn't exist yet. It's usually asked after a very predictable lineup of comments and questions genuinely baffled at the fact that "someone like me" is single...whatever that means. Then comes the part where they go through... Continue Reading →
**RETROSPECTACULAR** 