open up your eyes, see the sunny skies

 After you send in a letter of resignation to a place of work, the word separation gets used a lot.  A separation of you and the place of business.   I guess to appropriately sum it up, that is the best way to describe it. I tried to figure out a more fitting word but couldn't seem to find one. In my particular scenario, it feels like an amicable break-up. A divorce of some sort because you both realize that your relationship was no longer serving you. You've grown, they've grown, and unfortunately that growth was apart from one another.  I think if we've all experienced anything over the last few years, one thing that a lot of people have done is a reprioritization of life things. The time we spend and who that time with spent is more important. If I've learned anything about myself recently, it's that I definitely did not have things prioritized in a way that was healthiest for me.  So, that's what I'm doing. Reprioritizing.  Reprioritizing and choos...

There are 3 views of the city that are my absolute favorite.  The first is on a corner across from LA Historic Park off of Spring Street. It also happens to be outside of our favorite place to drink beer on Friday nights. But the view of the Gold Line stop and the cityscape in the background is the best. It's just far enough away from DTLA to hear the slight hum of the city but close enough to feel the energy of late night commuters coming and going.  The second view is in the neighborhood behind Kenneth Hahn State Park. It's a view I didn't know existed until a few years ago but even when it's a little hazy, it never disappoints. On a clear day you can see the entirety of all the neighborhoods I love, you can see the lights from Dodger Stadium all the way to fireworks after events at the Rosebowl. You can hear the echo of children playing and softer booms from fireworks... The third view is a specific part of the 10 freeway. When you are driving east on the 10 through ...

One time a good friend made me 8 beautiful and delicious smelling buttermilk biscuits. I had never experienced homemade buttermilk biscuits. Only store bought or from a restaurant... I was so excited. They were soft and did I mention how delicious they smelled? I brought them home but couldn't eat them right away because, work. They were in a perfect little brown bag. I set them on the counter and had planned to come home from work and make an appropriate delicious homemade meal to match my delicious homemade buttermilk biscuits. If you know me, you know how excited I was for this plan because, food. Upon my return my number one girl and most perfect dog in the entire world greeted me at the door like she always does. Happy and wagging and eager to run outside. I let out the other dogs from the room and noticed a perfect brown bag on the floor. "Oh, that's strange, that looks like the biscuit bag," I thought. "Oh, it is the biscuit bag, but there's no bisc...

"There are miles between us Time between us There is something between us I may be a fool to dream of you But, God, it feels so good to dream at all Something short and sweet There's always a light over my head for you I am waiting, I am waiting Time will always try to kill me..."

The other day I really wanted a sandwich. Not just a regular sandwich but a homemade sandwich. The type of sandwich that only YOU can get right from your own kitchen. I didn't want a deli sandwich that was already made and wrapped up from the store. Those sandwiches are good. But it's not what I wanted. I didn't want a Subway sandwich or any of the other similar chains. Those sometimes hit the spot. But that's not what I wanted. I wanted to make myself the perfect sandwich. The perfect sandwich with just the right ratio of mayo-to-mustard with the perfect sized sliced tomato. And only I knew what that looked like. I can already hear what you're saying, "then just make yourself a GD sandwich!" I know, I hear you. I completely agree and understand. Just make a sandwich already! But I couldn't. I couldn't because there was something preventing me  from getting up out of my bed  and walking the 10 or so steps to my kitchen and opening the ...

To my fellow animal champions, The rescuers, the volunteers, the animal lovers. To the fosters and the networkers. To the advocates and the medical professionals. To anyone who has ever provided shelter to an animal in need, to anyone who has ever loved a pet- I would like to ask you to remember - Remember that there is a person connected to each and every animal you help save. Remember that we are in this fight together.  For every dog or cat that we encounter there is someone connected to their story. There is a person advocating and cleaning and driving and medicating and tirelessly working to help. Someone who is equally compassionate for the well being and positive outcome that we want for all homeless pets. There is a person fighting with you. We don't always have a lot in common. We come from all kinds of different backgrounds - some of us are professionals, some of us are parents of human babies, some of us are artists, and some of us think more analytically. W...