My thoughts on Life, Writing, Hollywood, Children, My Neighbors, Love & Growing Up
Oh hello on a Friday. I'm 38 now. I do what I want. Due to health concerns, family ruckus and obligatory Olympic dedication, I decided to take last week off. If the energy of the last blog I posted was any indication, I think it was best for all of us. In fact, you're welcome.... Continue Reading →
There is a lot in this world that I miss. Some of it is constant in a way I've learned to carry on without it, some wavers in severity, some rarely if at all and some shakes me to my bones at the thought of it. How it all boils down is beyond my jurisdiction... Continue Reading →
The older I get, I find myself becoming more and more opposed to change. Is this an age thing? A mentality thing? A combo? Our lives are bubbles and we live happily inside of them fearing anything that might pop our closed-off shelter of a cocoon. I actually have a shred of empathy for old... Continue Reading →
I find myself wishing I had the body I had 5 years ago. Then I remember at that age, I was wishing for the body 5 years before that. Sometimes I walk into rooms and forget why. I'm so stubborn I'll stay there until I figure out why and now valuable chunks of my life... Continue Reading →
If someone would have warned me what being a "grown up" truly entailed, I would have taken a detour to NeverNeverLand in hopes of becoming Tink's protégé. Fact. I, like Kevin Mcallister, could not wait to grow up and live alone. But on graduation day at Indiana University, I didn't get that grown up feeling.... Continue Reading →
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