“We walk through this world feeling unseen, unheard, unloved. And part of that is because we are not seeing and hearing and loving others. We’re so busy fighting to be seen that we’re forgetting that we are others. And we need to do our part to see people and to acknowledge them instead of fighting to be seen ourselves.” — Derek DelGaudio

I watched a wonderful thing on Hulu the other day by Derek DelGaudio called, ‘In & Of Itself,’ which described what it was perfectly. It simply was itself.

It wasn’t a tangible performance- genre. I can’t say it…

This Is Us

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
— Mary Oliver

I love when it rains in L.A.

It washes away the smog, and the air smells fresh and clean again.

Everyone stays inside, so there’s a calm that settles over the city, like time has stopped for a moment and you can finally breathe.

I went on a hike just as the rain had dissipated. Bundling up in a hoodie, jacket, scarf, and…

I was hitchhiking the other day and a hearse stopped. I said, ‘No thanks, I’m not going that far.’ -Steven Wright

Sometimes I wonder if we should have a fake death day on social media in addition to a birthday, so we know how people loved us before we actually die.

Whenever someone we love dies, we dig up our photos with them, pronounce how we truly feel, wax on about what incredible people they were.

What prevents us from doing that while they’re still here?

“Hey Erica, how are you?” was the last message my friend, Erik Myers wrote…

Mr. Kesuke Miyagi: First, wash all car. Then wax. Wax on…
Daniel LaRusso: Hey, why do I have to…?
Mr. Kesuke Miyagi: Ah ah! Remember deal! No questions!
Daniel LaRusso: Yeah, but… — The Karate Kid

I try to live each day like it’s my second to last. That way I can always say, “I’ll do it tomorrow.”

I broke up with my therapist last year, because he accused me of faking it.

One night, I called him from the road, mid emotional-breakdown.

He said, “I’m going to say something that might make you never speak to me again…I feel…

Never touch your idols, the gilding will stick to your fingers. — Gustave Flaubert

“Do your parents love you?” the ruggedly handsome guy with piercing blue eyes, sitting across from me asked.

I’ve never had typical heroes.

My celebrity crushes have always been the off-beat, edgy bad-boy-types who aren’t your mainstream love interests.

Not sure how or why, but I’ve always been able to manifest meeting certain people (for better or usually worse).

I don’t know if it’s a conscious thing, or if you are just destined to meet people who have impacted your life in some form.

But one…

The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly. —Henry David Thoreau

“My butt is getting so big!” I vented on the phone to my friend, Erin.

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“It’s not the good kind.”

Don’t get me wrong, I have great admiration for all kinds of butt shapes and sizes, but I’ve recently felt my butt expand every day like a hot air balloon. …

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved. —Kurt Vonnegut

“We are getting a puppy!” my 9- year-old niece announced to me on facetime, brimming rosy- cheek to rosy-cheek with elation.

“We are naming him Charlie!”

“That’s so exciting!”

Annabelle is blooming into a beautiful, strong-minded young girl with her own thoughts about many things.

She likes when I send her make-up, which got me into a little trouble with Grandma recently.

“Why did your aunt send you grown-up make-up?” Grandma asked.

“I love it!” she exclaimed.

I…