In order to avoid the last-minute Thanksgiving rush, a friend of mine booked a flight out of Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) the weekend before the family holiday. Even though she knows I hate LA traffic with a passion, she asked me to drive her to the airport. After all……

I’m an artist. I’m not a painter and I cannot draw to save my life. But I’m an artist in the fields of writing and photography. With being an artist, no matter which medium you dabble in, you need to have thick skin — at least outwardly. What is the…

Life of a Photographer The other day I was bored, procrastinating, and letting Instagram be bubble gum for my brain. As the feed was zooming down my computer screen something caught my attention. I scrolled back to the post — recognizing the pair of eyes staring back at me. I’m…

Life of a Photographer — You can tell by this rare behind the scenes photo that my photography sets are dull, tedious, boring, tiresome, very hard, and absolutely no fun whatsoever. Most people actually think that being a photographer is a cushy job, but it’s not. It’s a really tough job. The hours are long…

The universe works in strange and wonderful ways sometimes. — The universe works in strange and wonderful ways sometimes. It was two years ago today that my dad passed away. I love and miss him and I do think of him often, but to be honest — today’s date just slipped by me and I didn’t remember that today was…

Life is… — On my morning walk today I was once again lost in my own thoughts. Even though it was a beautiful day with cool temps and a nice breeze I was feeling down, depressed, trying to lift the self-inflicted burdens of life off my shoulders. I’m not really sure what to…

Life is… — I was sitting at my desk today — thinking about my work in progress, and all the creative ideas I have for future WIPs. Too many, actually. All just a jumbled mish-mash of random thoughts that drift in and out of my imagination, waiting to be captured and turned into…

Life is… — Shoo fly, don’t bother me. I’m very tolerant of sharing my home with creepy-crawlies, arachnids, and insects — to a point. Most leave me alone and I leave them alone in an unspoken truce of “don’t mess with me and I won’t mess with you.” With Daddy Longlegs and House…

Life is… — Usually on my morning walks I’m quite lost — deep within my thoughts. Yes, I’m an overthinker. Everything is subject to the process of overthinking it to death. If something isn’t clear, or doesn’t feel right, even the tiniest thing, then it gets stuck in my brain. And I go…