Growing My Wings

Change (n): the act or instance of making or becoming different. It is often a hard pill to swallow. Pets run away.  Loved ones die. Wars happen without reason or rhyme. We grow up, getting older eve...

13 Things About the 1989 World Tour

It’s just another drive home after work and as always, I’m blasting my life anthem(s) from 1989. I attempt to paint pictures of how this weekend will unfold at Staples Center in Los Angeles fo...

Stop and Smell the Roses

Our to-do lists will always be full. We will always have laundry and need to go to the grocery store. Our dry cleaning will always need to be picked up. Even though I’m practically already basically...

Over the Rainbow

Judy Garland mused it best in 1939 when she strolled along a haystack and crooned “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”  We’ve all been there – wanting to see if the grass really was greener on ...

‘Twas a Hard Summer

Monday was hard. Tuesday was even harder. Going about my daily routine was hardest. Why was this week so “hard,” you ask? Because I just returned from the most amazing weekend. This week’s Secre...

ESPYS ft Erica

Lights. Camera. Action. We’ve all been there. Perhaps not as dramatically as myself, but we’ve all been there. We had a taste, felt a touch, smelt a stench of our hopes and dreams before us. Then,...

Build a Bridge & Get Over it.

What a day to be alive! There is nothing like some sibling rivalry on this lovely Sunday afternoon. There I was, sitting at Islands restaurant, eyeing our cute waiter. All of a sudden, my brother pick...

Swinging Into Summer

The wait was over! It was finally here. Free of rife, responsibility, and reason. Summer had arrived. I was beyond ready to swing into summer. As nostalgic and warm as I felt, a wooden splinter pricke...

We Aren’t In SoCal Anymore…Part 2

It’s finals week at Chapman University, and as always during this time, there is palpable anxiety sparking in the air. So yes, there I was in the library, imagining myself somewhere over the rainbow...

We Aren’t In SoCal Anymore…Part Two

It’s finals week at Chapman University, and as always during this time, there is palpable anxiety sparking in the air. So yes, there I was in the library, imagining myself somewhere over the rainbow...